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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If you dig down enough, the tender spots are still there. Betrayal runs deep. “Every time I call, her mom says she can’t come to the phone,” I shared with my own mother, confused.…
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If you dig down enough, the tender spots are still there. Betrayal runs deep. “Every time I call, her mom says she can’t come to the phone,” I shared with my own mother, confused.…
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“I can’t find the thing,” I spat into the phone. “Which thing?” my husband questioned me. “The thing. The thing! The thing that tightens the car seat!” My patience thin, I shouted into the…
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I pulled up to the stop sign not far from my neighborhood. Music floated through the car like fog – not loud enough to be truly heard, but not quite soft enough to equate…