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The other reason I dreaded going to Dad’s was because he missed his true calling as a surgeon. If you had any kind of ailment
“I’m still waiting,” she typed when one of our FB group members asked how everyone’s year was going so far. I thought it an odd
I’m tired. Jet-lagged. Irritable. Bloated. Itchy. Did I say tired? Hungry. Thirsty. Alone. Misunderstood. I said tired, right? It’s been a long few weeks. I
Earlier tonight my fiancé accused me of sometimes “making a mountain out of a molehill.” I asked for an example and he was quick to
“We each have a baggie,” my sister said as she handed them out to us. “They should all be equal,” she added, true to form
These were the first words I spewed to my sister when I speed dialed her number after reading the results of Ms. Fisher’s toxicology report.