“Why aren’t you eating your salad?” my father demanded. “I will,” I answered as I carefully mixed just the right amount of peas into a forkful of mashed potatoes that were seasoned with butter NOT gravy. Peas are disgusting, but mama makes me eat some anyways, both for my nutritional health and in hope that […]
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“Hey, howya doin?” my boss asked as we entered the building together. “Great,” I answered. “How was your holiday?” I asked. “Good,” she answered. “How about yours?” “Fantastic,” I answered. This conversation was repeated about a dozen times today with small variations. I’m sure it’s the same for many people when they return to work
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I am having serious problems with my dongle. This is a sentence my younger self never imagined saying in the future. Not that I envisioned myself in a flying car or wearing a jet pack, but I certainly didn’t predict having to talk to an Ethiopian tech support center about why my dongle isn’t dangling.
“All you need is love. . . .” The lyrics, wrapped in brass instruments, danced out of the speakers attached to Peter’s tabletop record player. Jim, Peter, and I sat around Peter’s bedroom as we listened to Magical Mystery Tour by the Beatles for the first time. We marveled at their musical progression and compared
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“Are you sure this is it?” Patrick asked me as we pulled into the parking lot. I pointed to the weathered sign that read Florissant Fossil Beds. “Where are the bulldozers?” he said. “I don’t know,” I said. “Let’s go inside and ask.” We were the only car in the parking lot and we were
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Like many people, it is a tradition in our family to talk about what we are thankful for at the Thanksgiving meal. This year it will be tough and I’m not even including the election in calculating my difficulties. Since I am on record as predicting a Clinton landslide, some of my friends thought I