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Sharing stories on life’s oddities, awkward encounters, candid reflections and unfiltered takes on books that will make you laugh, rethink swiping right, challenge opinions, or opening that ‘so-called’ bestsellers.
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No Vacancies (opens the original)
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The Constitution establishes minimum ages: 35 for president, 30 for the Senate and 25 for the House. There are no maximums. A person cannot be elected president more than twice. Members of Congress can stay as long as voters keep sending them back.I am firmly in favor of both age and term limits.<input class="button primary" type="submit" value="S
Attention, Shoppers (opens the original)
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There are many reasons I am single. I am stuck in my ways. I’m particular. Some might say picky. I prefer to say I have standards. I like my space. Sleeping diagonally. And I’ve been hurt. Suicide transformed me. It changed how I love and who I trust. So, I am fully aware that I bring years of independence, along with significant baggage, to the dating carousel.Still, I put myself out there. And because it’s been a while since I’ve shared the online messages that come my way, I thought it was ti
Just a Walk in the Park (opens the original)
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I find forced fun and mandated bonding at work cringey. Nothing kills spontaneous connection quite like putting it on the calendar. But, in honor of National Wildlife Day, we walked to the lake near our office to engage with nature by feeding the ducks and geese.I made the mistake of mentioning that as a kid, I fed ducks bread. I was immediately scolded. Bread was supposedly terrible for birds. My farm mum was clearly clueless. I was then assured that appropriate bird food had been purchased by
Typecast: An HOA Dramatic Production (opens the original)
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Apparently, I have a nemesis. Remember the parking situation at my HOA? Well, my relationship with our self-appointed Parking Czar has taken another terrible turn.Routine Board conversations are now laced with condescension. Questions become lectures. Disagreements are peppered with little digs. Ordinary exchanges carry the unmistakable suggestion that I am a moron. There is even yelling.<input class="email-input"
Parcel by Parcel (opens the original)
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I went to Tulsa excited to learn more about the past. I wasn’t prepared to discover how much of it is still present.I had the opportunity to take a private tour of Greenwood, the historic community known as Black Wall Street. Like many Americans, I knew the basics, the broad strokes. In 1921, a white mob descended on Greenwood, murdering residents and burning homes and businesses across one of the most prosperous Black communities in America.<form class="subscription-widget-sub
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