They’re working on the inside of the house across the street. They have memories of it from growing up in it, bringing their children and grandchildren to it, but now their visits are only bitter-sweet. The sweet man who watched the street from his seat on the front porch joined his wife in the throne […]
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“Why don’t you start your own blog?” Wally asked me form across the kitchen. We were prepping dinner. I had checked my email while double checking the recipe on Pinterest and found the email. It was sent to each of the 5 contributors of a blog that I had been posting on for about the […]
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