When It Rains It Floors
“Damn it!” I kicked my tire. It hissed, the last gasp of a dying, deflated tire. I’d have pulled out my cell phone to call for help but it was new and I still hadn’t leaned the complicated series of...
View ArticleMoving: The Worst Punishment to Endure
I can think of no better punishment for criminals and miscreants than to force them to move to a new home every six months. Moving is the worst punishment to endure. My husband Brian and I are moving...
View ArticleThe Real Work
“Have you seen my socks,” my husband Brian asked me. It was his first day returning to work after taking time off to accommodate our recent move from an apartment to a house. I stared at him blankly,...
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