Moving blues

I have always hated moving, especially given that I had spent most of my life doing it every couple of years. I had lost count of how many times in my 32 years that I[…]

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The dream gift

Mom raised her head and adjusted her glasses with her forefinger as I walked in. She must have been grading the papers of some unfortunate kids. She was a teacher, but at least I was[…]

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Plans

Due to recent financial difficulties I’ve had to move into a small apartment over someone’s garage. I was in my early thirties and in decent shape for my age. The couple I was renting was[…]

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