The Lid to the Pickle Jar
Dear Dillon, Be the second person who tries opening the lid to the pickle jar.* Trust me. Watch what happens...
Dear Dillon, Be the second person who tries opening the lid to the pickle jar.* Trust me. Watch what happens...
I like boundaries. I also have three neighbors. Two of them are elderly. They lost control of their yards many...
Menus arrive at the table. Conversation begins. With but without me. I place an eye on every man that comes...
“Honey, go grab a piece of paper and a pen” she said. I dutifully did. I sat at her feet. ...
Light and dark. Good and bad. Love and hate. I am all of these things. I am incomplete, complex, unfolding,...
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