Oh. My. God. "What did you say?", I asked, terrified to hear the answer.....I knew Rojah would not be calling again...

Don’t Blink, Mama

  I have been scrolling, or better yet, trolling, through my Facebook feed as of late...usually right before I go to sleep, holding onto my College Freshman's blanket that he left here on his bed in his bedroom...sometimes even crying myself to sleep, remembering the little boy that he used to be, not so long ago, if only in my mind....AND....I …

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Elvis Has Left the Building

We had to be at Belmont the next morning at a specified time. I can no longer remember what that specified time was, but sure as hell, we were running late.