Reach For The Stars

I'm just back from a two week break in Jamaica with reggae music dancing in my brain, beaches and plam trees on my mind, and rum cocktails still fresh in my liver and kidneys. Bliss!

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We Don't Talk Anymore

My daughter called me from Starbucks which was surprising, not because she hates me or despises Costa but because she was supposed to be studying for exams.

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