Recall, fair readers, a time. A time when I was working at the golf shop of the local country club. It was a rainy day – a slow day – and spontaneously, recklessly I bought a ticket for a play showing half a world away. I had never traveled outside of the eastern United States. The […]
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Awkwardly I went around my house, telling each of my children good bye. It would be two weeks until I’d hold a cat again; or rather, have them balk at my approach. Jerks. My bag – a 28 liter standard school book bag – was packed. One pair of jeans, one pair of shorts. My “teaching” pants. Seven shirts, counting the […]
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In which Rachel writes about how she spontaneously bought tickets to a show in England, somehow ignoring that she that she lives in the United States.
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