Skin Scans, Schedule Chaos, & Travel Fails.
A week of chaos, ranging from expired passports, weekday graduations, skin scans, and no-contact children.
Can I get an amen? No? How about a margarita?
Unpacking my Suitcase, Urn included.
“Did you bring your mom?”
“Yes! She’s right here!” I said as I pulled a tiny urn from my pocket for all to see. ALL. All six-hundred attendees of the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop.
All who giggled and clapped as I held up the Tiny Traveling Urn that brought me to the Dayton stage.
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