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Baby, Don’t Mess with Your Mama’s Posse of Crazy Jesus Women!

My buzzing phone broke my train of thought. It was a recorded call letting me know that a student in my household had missed 6th block at the high school. Perplexed, I glanced at my watch and realized it was well after 4 p.m. He hadn’t kissed me when he got home. I hate itContinue reading “Baby, Don’t Mess with Your Mama’s Posse of Crazy Jesus Women!”