I need some help from my readers. I make a regular trip for coffee to Wawa, a convenience store near my house. I often grab a soft pretzel and a soda for later. I'm usually dressed in shorts or sweatpants and maybe a t-shirt. If I'm running straight from a Zoom meeting, I'll have on... Continue Reading →
A t-shirt and ripped jeans
I walked in the front door of our house and knew what was coming. My mom took one look at me and yelled out my name. She wanted to know what I had done to my jeans. I went to school with two fresh iron-on patches on the knees. My mom had fixed them the... Continue Reading →

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