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Our old house was on a dead-end street, a nice long quiet road with trees and kids and people who mostly observed the speed limit. For the longest time, when I drove in and out of our neighborhood, Iād see … Continue reading
Our old house was on a dead-end street, a nice long quiet road with trees and kids and people who mostly observed the speed limit. For the longest time, when I drove in and out of our neighborhood, Iād see … Continue reading
Cutting up the last of the stored apples to make applesauce (and plotting my new novella). Nothing like good smells and another kind of creativity to make connections and possibilities pop. Taking notes can get a little messy. š What … Continue reading