An antenna shoots straight out of my head and extends into the clouds…
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Photographs have a way of organizing us into slots of time, space, memory and perhaps temperament…
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She never once let us call her Grandma. She wasn’t exactly a grammie or a nanna. She felt that those endearing terms didn’t capture her spirit. She loved Elvis…
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When friends play the game, What’s your stripper name?…
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