Get up. Get ready. And go. That’s the way we always lived life. Never having any time to really stand still, at attention, free, just to enjoy the moment. Other than when we lived in the Rio Grande Valley, and that was just for a couple of years in between […]
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El Cínico y El Niño
Somos un par, yo y él. Me with my cynicism. He with the sweet and gentle innocence. Just walking. Together. Before we leave, he argues with me about taking his scooter. We bought it for him because it looked fun. Only one big gift he gets every Christmas. I wanted […]