Downstairs

Two weeks ago I fell down the stairs. Loudly. Dramatically. With just bucketloads of cursing. Our laundry machines are in the basement. (Why we have a basement in Florida next to a…

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No, You Are NOT the Asshole

Lena and I climbed out of the car in the restaurant parking lot. “Take a look at this.” I indicated the car parked across two spaces right next to us.…

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Morning Walk

Lena and I headed out of the house for our morning walk, as we often do. It was a beautiful morning for a stroll along the river, with bright sun…

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