oops, I did it again.

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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“A” for “Anxiety”

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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England is Calling.

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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