Mom’s Jeans

Mom wiggled her little fanny and did a little dance. Her jeans were not cooperating. She yanked on them again. "Mom, what's the problem?" I stood by her bedside table with her steamy cup of coffee. How could this be difficult? She weighs 89 pounds—one pound for each year of life. "Oh...I can't seem to get... Continue Reading →

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