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    My So Called Life

    Parking? We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Parking!

    August 28, 2014 /No Comments

    The college hired a contractor who subcontracted the parking lot job. The subcontractor started in August. Fall semester also starts in August. I watched people storm the campus like Normandy

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    This Krusty Wants Out

    February 3, 2014 /No Comments

      There’s times when I wish I had a button for the Omega-13. If I could only go back thirteen seconds to change my mind and take the other road… today I got stuck in traffic for fifteen minutes and let me just tell you, I wanted none of it.

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    Words Fall On Deaf Ears

    May 6, 2013 /No Comments

    When living with a narcissist sibling becomes a trap. A post-divorce escape that feels like deja vu.

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    Unpacking the Feels

    December 22, 2011 /No Comments

    A friend called to ask if I was done unpacking yet. It had been three days. The crock-pot was in a box labeled 'Deep Fryer.' So no. I was not done unpacking.

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