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The Very Grouchy Apple Picker
Last Sunday, my sister, my thirteen-year old nephew, my fifteen-year old Sadie-girl, and my forty-something-something self, went apple picking. But a man wearing an apron stopped us before we could...
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When people hear that I’m a writer, they ask me, “Oh, what do you write about?” And I really want to have a clear answer. But sometimes I feel like my writing is all over the place. I write about...
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