Stranger Than Most

by SUSAN LAUTZ, LPC

Okay, this is the last column for a while that will deal with religion, I promise. But I just wanted to tell this story while it’s still fresh in my mind. Whenever I can cajole my beloved husband into driving me down to Austin to visit my precious grandchildren, we have a standard schedule. We pack Thursday night and leave the minute he gets home from work on Friday, about 2 p. m. Then we fight traffic, and each other, for four and a half hours until we arrive at my younger son’s house, angry and exhausted.

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