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Lisa Batten Kunkleman If a horse named Mojo reared up like a wild bronco with a twenty-something man in the saddle, would you expect a fiftyish woman to get into that same saddle? My first clue to keep my feet on the ground should have been the extra twenty pounds I had to lift to […]
Our “empty nest syndrome” isn’t what I expected. Not only is it empty of kids, recently it’s been empty of adults too. We’re running back and forth to the kids’ universities nearly every weekend for something. Mainly to football games, which I suppose is understandable since we purchased season tickets for both schools. How could […]
