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Valentine's Day – To Sit or Not
Just how awful was 8th grade French class? Remember the cutest, coolest guy in the class and think of the worst thing to ask him … […]
Just how awful was 8th grade French class? Remember the cutest, coolest guy in the class and think of the worst thing to ask him … […]
When I was 17, I chose to become an American citizen. Immigrating with my family at 13 to Alabama from a private boarding school in Scotland was difficult for my family. My parents’ marriage could not withstand the pressures. I grew up feeling confused and out of step. So many missteps, as simple as the […]
Has art lost its power to disturb us? Have we stopped talking because of legislated shame? […]
“No more penises!” I yelled at the teenagers. They rolled their eyes, of course, and kept on with their little tubes of icing. “These are going to priests and rabbis,” I said, waving my arms and splattering red and green ribbons of sugar and lard through the air to smack and stick on kitchen cabinets. […]
Once upon a time, in the Shire of Raleighwood, lived a confused, sad, and alcoholic smurf named Jennifurlee. She had not started her life as evil but was born to the bad wart-faced witch, Shirfurlee. This devious witch had promised the small, deformed smurf great power if she only destroyed the Good Fairy. The Good […]