There’s no disputing it. No doubting it. No denying it.
The man, who was our family’s North Star, was raised in an isolated, backwoods shack where hope rarely appeared but then dissipated quickly like dew on a hot summer’s morning.
I am determined to never forget the loins from which I spring, for to forget that would be a travesty. A word that Daddy liked to use. “R...
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