Part One: Little Friday
Here's where it began
The Thursday I learned my son was in jail was preceded by a Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of my waking up each of those days and thinking it was Thursday. Or, more accurately, hoping it was Thursday. Very strange since there was nothing special happening on Thursday, April 6.
It wasn’t payday. It wasn’t mani-pedi day. M…
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