Fight’n With The Law

The truth is, despite my shiny, rule keeping good girl exterior, I am  a delinquent at heart, a criminal, a wanna be con. Because every day I’m fighting the law.
Every. Single. Day.
The law of inertia is no joke, especially when it comes to pitting your will against…your will.

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My Father the CIA Agent

While witnessing this moment of unabashed reverence, I was reminded again how fortunate I’ve been to have a father like my dad, and a mother like my mom. Watching him in the predawn dark, made me think back to all those long ago winter mornings of my youth. It was often still dark when I’d stumble up the stairs from my basement bedroom, weak with sleep, dragging my blanket behind me as I climbed. Predictably, I’d find my dad in his underwear, kneeling in front of the brick fireplace steadily blowing life into the beginning sparks of a new flame.

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