She called me a nomad.
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Too Pooped to Ponder
I missed writing yesterday. I thought about lying and saying that the internet wouldn’t work. But that’s not true. I’ve … More
Kal & Bob
Kal’s my dog. He’s seven years old and 100 pounds. I call him my waca-doodle, but he’s golden doodle and … More
The Perfect House Will Never Be Perfect
Growing up, the twins always had matching outfits. Amy and I had the same outfits in different colors. Sometimes store-bought … More
