Red Socks

You can be the outcast or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love, or you can start speaking up.

More than anything else, more than any other “life skill,” I wish this for my children.

Actually, I wish it for all of us.

It’s Friday.  Enjoy.

That’s all from the laundry room.  Sleep Naked.

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