Back in real life, bills need to be paid, the heat needs to be fixed and our employers expect our return and this sudden separation invites loneliness to creep in like a hungry, homeless puppy on our back porch.
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Ten Years Ago
You were born at 7:20 in the morning while a team of silent surgeons stood in the corner of our hospital room, their scalpels sharp and thei...
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The word loses its meaning once repeated across this page a s every job I have ever had has lost its meaning once repea... -
“Can you put all the cold stuff together? Double bag please, they ALWAYS break....and bread on top.” I agree with their requests like ... -
One weekend every year, The Mini-Unit travels somewhere together and this February, we bused from Boston to New York City. The Mini-Unit ...
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