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The beau and I don’t argue very often. But lately, when we do, it’s been about photographs. Specifically, mine. Specifically, how I hate any photograph of me ever taken. And how he’s a dick for insisting...
Read MoreThe beau and I don’t argue very often. But lately, when we do, it’s been about photographs. Specifically, mine. Specifically, how I hate any photograph of me ever taken. And how he’s a dick for insisting...
Read MoreA little less than two months from now, in mid-July, I’ll be in Michigan. I’m heading out for my grandmother’s surprise 80th birthday party, and to finally try to go through all the stuff I abandoned at my...
Read MoreHaving been a child raised on packets of Hamburger Helper, boxes of Jiffy muffins, and canned green beans, it took a long time to be exposed to foods in their… you know… natural states. It wasn’t until I...
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