The First Family Holiday Without Him

It was 1 year and 6 days ago when I decided to leave. He had been so bad that I was trembling.  Small, tiny, but resonating right through me like a hum. Right down to my cells. I still do tremble like that sometimes, and this morning is one of those times. We aren’t going […]

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Photojournalism Goes Insane Over Pickle Story

Reading this story in today’s Metro, I couldn’t help but imagine the following conversation:  The Photgrapher “Ok Alan, I think the BEST thing is if you lie flat on the floor with your arms outstretched and hold the ACUTAL jar of pickled onions out towards me as if you’re offering me one. Floor level style. […]

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