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“Meat to aisle 6. Meat to aisle 6 please.” The store’s intercom system crackled over the din of the early afternoon shoppers. My basket groaned

Last week I was an outlier in a conversation about kids and what they were like when they were younger, versus the monsters they are

Vacations as an adult are so much more evolved. Or devolved. Back in the days of my youth, we traveled in a gigantic Pontiac Parisienne;

I work from home right now.  When I tell people this, it is received with equal parts contempt, disbelief and patronizing smiles.  This is just the

I’m not sure if I’ll be back to write again, because there might be some kind of bird epidemic going on at my house and