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Golden roses tumbling over the arch, luscious bouquets on my kitchen counter, cutting bloom after bloom for…
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Sitting on the floor of my closet, laptop and microphone perched on a plastic clothing bin, surrounded by my favorite sweatshirts and outdated pencil…
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You know those times you say something obnoxious out loud and later come back to eat your words?
Like the time my 26 year old…
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Driving to the hospital at 11 p.m., Mary sitting shotgun and yelling, “Faster, faster!” Erik in the back with crippling, nausea-inducing, writhing pain, opening…
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As Ben aptly noted the day after his birthday, “It’s hard to go back to real life after such a perfect Valentine’s Day.”
We have…