A conspiracy story: Fighting Adulthood

I raced down the stairs and out the office. With one hand, I loosened my tie and top button of my shirt, with the other, I held tight onto my car keys. The week was over and I would soon be on my way to freedom. When I finally reached my car, I threw my bag... Continue Reading →

Small progress

I’m starting to worry about my memory. I see something in the news that I think is funny in an off-hand way and I save the story to my favorites to tell my oldest son and then I remember that he’s not here. I see a funny clip from The Late, Late Show with James... Continue Reading →

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