There are seasons of our regrets and I'm guessing that many midlifers would point to their teenage summers as principal ones. The ringing of the final...
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Tell me more about what it was like back then, my son urged. Well, I never rode in a car seat as a baby, I told him. In fact, my mom held me on her lap, juggling me and a cigarette at the same time.
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