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Prell & Pork Chops

This morning while Steve and I were walking Obi, he noticed a car in a neighbor’s driveway with a California tag. “They sure came a long way,” he said. Immediately, memories started pouring through my mind as I replied, “We … Continue reading →

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A Fine Line

My mother always told me I’d always be her baby, no matter how old I am. As a teenager, I used to roll my eyes and figured it was just her excuse for being an overprotective mom. I never really … Continue reading →

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