Funny - in the middle of all my whining (lets face it , thats what this blog is), the boy with my name smoked his final history paper this semester. Despite all that my children have been through with a mother living under the veil of TBI and PTSD and a father struggling to live through everything else, they manage to keep going and sometimes even thrive.
Just goes to show that maybe nurture isn't all its cracked up to be.
TIA
Earl
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Thursday, April 5, 2012
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