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Longer ago than I would admit, when I got my first job for which travel was required — the job I was working when I met my husband — my dad made me this beautiful, hand-tooled leather briefcase. There was … Continue reading
Longer ago than I would admit, when I got my first job for which travel was required — the job I was working when I met my husband — my dad made me this beautiful, hand-tooled leather briefcase. There was … Continue reading