“I think the world’s coming to an end,” my sister said. “Or at least we’re about to lose the pergola.” I’m writing this post at the lake. Yesterday it was … Continue reading Lake Life
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Garden Hoses and Memories
“You need to sign my garden hose,” my friend Carl said. I looked up, feeling confusion bloom across my face. “Um, what?” This is it, isn’t it? This is the … Continue reading Garden Hoses and Memories
M. James Murray 