I could hear her pouting from across the room. “Hrmph!” My seven-year-old crossed her arms and made mad sighing noises. “But you usually let me get in the tub with Grace,” she whined. I…
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The smell was so bad he was embarrassed to take friends to lunch. My husband drove a burgundy Saturn in the early days of our marriage. And it stunk. For a male, a little…
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I painted over my son’s boyhood. With a dip and a roll, I watched with detached sorrow – as if I wasn’t the one doing it – and covered his childish fantasy with a…
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“I’m not a crook.” Richard Nixon’s infamous words to the Associated Press in November 1973 were simply stated, but untrue. One of the most famous break-ins in history was pinned on the nation’s top…
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I’m a self-proclaimed neat freak who is drawn to the messy. Yeah, before you say it, I know. I’m a walking dichotomy. In college, a clean dorm room was a must. Curling iron and…