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Monthly Archives: June 2016
Blame Isn’t the Problem, Social Media Is
I have a theory about how normal people deal with other people’s tragedies. I’m not a psychologist, but here it is: Step 1: You hear that a horrible tragedy has befallen someone you don’t know. Step 2: You feel a … Continue reading
The Bigger Story
I knew this guy in high school. Let’s call him “D.” I didn’t know him well, but he was cute and nice. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes, a combo I still love. I think he played trumpet … Continue reading
Louisville’s Ali
My husband jokes that living with someone from Louisville is like living with a Canadian, our accents are slightly off and the minute you mention anything with a possible connection we jump to point it out. “Oh, you like to … Continue reading
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