See that clothesline? My mom used to tie me to that clothesline. She had to, I would run off and disappear from her sight (I was difficult like that). When she finally got tired of chasing me down the street, she tied me to the clothesline so she could keep track of me.
And look at mom’s pants. Aren’t they funky? I can pretty much guarantee she’s going to die when she sees this picture.
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Hello! My name is Karen and welcome! I'm a mom to two young men - Dude (19) and Jazz (17). I've been married to the same wonderful, patient, thoughtful and generous man (Kevin) for 22 years. 












