tag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-1587424 2012-02-06T10:39:02-08:00 The story of a city girl from Los Angeles who quits her job packs her bags and moves her family to a rural farm in Washington to start Fort Flashback, an American History camp for kids. Things don't go exactly as planned. Tune to find out if Denise ever gets funding, catches the oxen as they run down the road. Or if ten-year-old Henry forgets to wear shoes to school Again. Will Grandpa Horn come back after leaving everything to play jazz on the streets of Paris? TypePad tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e55073fd4088340168e6d05879970c 2012-02-06T10:39:02-08:00 2012-02-06T17:24:21-08:00

(Henry and his ever present orange socks traveling to Las Vegas) “We’re late! It’s 9:17AM!” Henry yelled in a panic. For a moment I couldn’t remember where we were or what we were late for. Then as the startling sun shoved sleep away and my mind cleared I remembered we were in Las Vegas and my eyes flooded with tears. Again. I haven’t stopped crying in since January 8th, because on January 8th, which is coincidently Tom’s birthday, we decided as a family that Henry would go live with Tom in Ventura. The list of reasons why this is a fabulous idea is practically endless. Henry will get to live with Tom. Henry can take the bus to school. I will save money on gas. I won’t have to drive 4 hours a day or wait 3 hours a day at gymnastics. This means I can get a lot of work done on the business, which is really starting to take-off; Tom will get some much-needed time with Henry. Henry will get to see his old friends blah, blah blah. The list of reasons why this is a completely horrible and rotten idea is: my broken heart. I assure Henry...

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