When I close my eyes and think about Thanksgiving I smell onions. Every year my mom would start cooking the…
I often say "I could write a book about all the {insert randomly connected experiences here} over the years." The…
I’ve held a few grudges in my life. Like the time a girl in my third grade class made a…
The left side of the huge room was lined with vinyl rocking chairs circa 1950 0r 1960-ish. By the corner window,…
Today is my ten-year blog-iversary. Yes, that's right, TEN years. Hard to believe! I wish I had screen shots of…
I walked the dog through my parents' neighborhood yesterday, trying to remember which families lived where. I passed by my…
His arm has two scars. I sort of know the story of how they came to be but I did not…
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