“That’s why we don’t name them.” Dave consoles me after we find the second dead duck of the week. Whereas when the first vanished, I could play pretend that she was backstroking in a jacuzzi pond with a flock of male suitors and snacking on grubs, I didn’t have the luxury with the second. ItContinue reading “Fleeting Gems”
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A Fraudulent Smile
Don’t try selling me anything unless you’re a cute little ringlet-headed child with a brown vest, red hat, and a box full of cookies. I’m like a bloodhound; I can smell the sell from a mile away. An enticing $59 price tag for exams, x-rays, and a cleaning, sent me to a local dentist forContinue reading “A Fraudulent Smile”
Going On 40 