Finally my day!
Everyone bow down.
Bring cake or M&M's.
Repeat annually.
Undeniably me.
Aging..ummm...gracefully?
Really cute still--
Yay!!!
No, I won't share dessert.
I said, "No!"
Not even a little bite.
Today is all mine.
Hands off.
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Tina D. Lopez
A woman who writes to deal with hurt, mistakes--mine and others, and messy emotions. Telling my truth, from the heart, with no sugarcoating.
My book Love Ain’t No Friend of Mine is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6JYBmLH
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
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Happy Birthday to you!!!
Tina doesn’t share food!!! (Like Joey Tribiani)