It started when my husband died. Christopher had a good job as an independent insurance salesman. He worked hard, loved our son and daughters, and desperately loved the outdoors. Malcolm was just a boy of eight. Jessica was fourteen. Barbara was sixteen. She took it the hardest. They used to go everywhere together. He’d invited […]
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I swear on my mother’s grave, if one more Barbie hands me another sandwich bag full of tampons, I’m gonna rip her arms off and beat her with them. Please don’t misunderstand me, I do appreciate their generosity. Feminine hygiene products are a costly expense for someone living in the tunnel. They’re necessary and they’re
Do you remember the old “Will Work for Food” signs? They didn’t last long. It took little time to figure out that they didn’t want to work, and that they didn’t really want food. “Anything Helps” is a nice one. It kind of hits at the heart strings. My favorite, so far, is “Why Lie?