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Henry's obsession with the past was far from healthy. The past clouded his judgment and deadened his senses. He no longer recalled the taste of tea, or the cooing of the mourning dove. All was ripped out by the roots. Henry blamed himself for the family's troubles; he was the reason a mighty house fell.…
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It is the smell of coffee that reminds me of fishhooks and big, fat night crawlers. My family had a large compost bin when I was a kid, which we called 'the worm box.' Eggshells, wilted lettuce, grass clippings, tealeaves, and coffee grounds. These were the items tossed and turned in the kitchen scrap heap…
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The fancy black cardstock on my plate read Gerald. I thought it a perfectly fine appellation, and repeated it a few times to get the feel of it. The maître d’hôtel escorted me to this exact spot among the other attendees, so I didn't question the possibility of a mistake having been made. What’s in…
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Grandpa pelted me with many pearls of wisdom when I was a kid. His lessons and occasional swearing were meant to toughen me up, and prepare me for the rigors of adulthood. "Take no guff unless you're giving it.""Pigs and pity have a way of digging up what you want kept hidden.""Saying yes more often…
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Lena and Will ambled toward the back of the restaurant and slid into one of the large, dark stained wooden booths that had just been cleared away. A petite woman sporting a Louise Brooks haircut and signature pub t-shirt breezed by their table with place settings and menus. “Our special tonight is seared bison in…
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It was the Silver Needle that enabled my mind to soar. Gale-force winds may have had something to do with it, too. In any event, last night's voyage; embarked upon from beneath my blankets, was difficult to file away as "Only a Dream" once the day dawned. It all started with the new house: a…
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Holiday shopping done. Yay Internet! Yay meat!
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How to Measure a Storm's Fury One Breakfast at a Time Disaster Pros Look to 'Waffle House Index.' State of the Menu Gives Clue to Damage. I love me some WH.
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