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I am from the cul de sac, from Black Jacks and paper bags of penny sweets. I am from the ordinary semi that grew and grew to fit in the … [Read More...]
with apologies to Max Ehrmann. Go placidly amid the blogs and the tweets, and remember what peace there may be in going offline. As … [Read More...]
Yesterday in the car on the way to a friend's house, I asked Big some more about the swimming gala. To be precise, I asked if she could hear … [Read More...]