My (Broken and Cracked) White Picket Fence

“Oh! Do you live in the house with the white picket fence?” she asked, after I explained where I live in the neighborhood. “I LOVE that house!” she exclaimed, with new admiration in her eyes. I smiled and said, “You mean the white picket...

He Asked if I was Affordable

Last week, Ken and I went out of town for a little getaway. While Ken was running an errand, a man knocked on the door of our hotel room. I looked through the peephole, and saw that he had a red sweater on, which to me, symbolized ’employee’, so I turned...

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