A single, rural mama's ramblings about parenting boys, finding herself (oh brother), struggle and joy, juggling more jobs than you can shake a stick at, creativity as we attempt to not only survive but somehow live a fulfilling and rich life below the poverty line, humor as a coping mechanism when you'd be a basket case otherwise, and all the beauty that IS.
(The Kid in 1980)
(Justin in '46 seems about right)
(If The Baby went to high school in 1976)
And I went for 1985..... This is not exactly the best way to way to spend my time this afternoon, but a friend e-mailed me this link and I had to try it.
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