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Janae Bakken grew up in Minnesota - where she spent too many frozen winters on the cross-country ski team, and went to college in Chicago - where she rarely saw the sun, so she made her escape to Los Angeles soon after graduation. She worked on the production staffs of such shows as ...
“Do you really need me to beat it out of you?” “I don’t have anything that is even remotely yours Jack.” “Come on Smitty. You don’t want a broken nose again do you?” “Just leave me alone. I don’t have whatever it is you want.” “I guess that I am going to hav...
One night he dreamed he was struggling in a deep, miry pit; but try as he would he could find no way of escape. When about to give up in despair, he looked up and saw Mr. Goforth and another missionary on the bank above him, with their hands stretched out to save him. Again ...
One of my best readers and a friend of mine since we played keep-away on the grounds of our parish school in the early 1960s contacted me in 2019 and asked me to step out of my investigator role and into my history teacher role for a column. ...
Honey’s story has a happy ending (maybe a better word would be continuance) – my family was able to get her the necessary treatment and she, the champion that she is, managed to beat the cancer into remission. The vet thinks that Honey has a lot of years left in her. We think th...
Hopefully this little social experiment of mine will give you some hope. If you do decide to try this then please note that I work in a fairly highly skilled job and am not easy to replace. If you are in the position of being considered expendable then doing this is probably not a goo...
“I can’t think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense o
“My hands are cold,” said Jess. Her small hand felt nice cupped in mine. Groups of drugged out deadheads seeming almost like religious fanatics. Ended up in this classy cozy café, but it was overpriced so we ended up at Quebec. No tables so we sat on the floor. We were sposed ...
I'm a temporarily staying-at-home mom of two living in Oregon, learning all over again (after 15 years of city life) how to garden, harvest, and put up food. You might see posts about baking, parenting, crafting, organization - anything that strikes my