Being Woefully Uncoordinated
I’m no longer allowed out of the kitchen with its shiny hardwood floors while holding Mott’s...
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I’m no longer allowed out of the kitchen with its shiny hardwood floors while holding Mott’s...
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1974. I’m 15. Jackie is 17. Joey is 12. Joanne is a five years old. Jackie and I fight like cats...
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Sweet Gum trees look innocent, innocuous even, with long, straight trunks that don’t bend and sway...
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Admit it. Come on, tell the truth. You think your spouse, significant other, sister, brother,...
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