These Things Happen

I wanted to get home because it was late. I wanted to get home because I was tired. I wanted to get home because the week before had been the worst in recent history and I wanted to crawl in …

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The Unwelcome Visitor

When I got home he was waiting for me. The lights were off. The fan made a soft, pleasant whirring sound in the corner. I didn’t know he was there. But he knew. He knew exactly where I was. He …

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Dear Reader: Persistence, not perfection.

Dear Reader, It’s been some time, hasn’t it? I’d ask you if you missed me, but that’s a dangerous question. Any time you ask someone if they’ve missed you, you open yourself up to a receive a big fat disappointing …

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