There Is A Sponge

For more tales of domestic drama and unexpected family moments, check out My Stove Was on Fire When His Mother Came Through the Back Door, My Son Had Sewn Eleven Money Order Receipts Into That Cushion, One Each Month, or even My Mother Wanted a Lawyer’s Stamp on a Deed in My Handwriting.

Thomas Ford

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