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He's Probably Fine...

He's Probably Fine...

One day, back when I lived in Foo, I was out of town, and my friend called me. "Hey, is your husband alright?" Obviously, this caused me some alarm. She elaborated. "I was getting off work last night around midnight, and he was standing on your porch in his underwear,

Credit Card Fraud is No Joke

Credit Card Fraud is No Joke

A long time ago, before I was married, my then fiancé, lived in a very remote area. This place he in which he lived was actually the physical address of the depths of despair, and it was particularly horrifying in the winter. No cell service, no Internet, only a few

My Nightmare or Yours?

My Nightmare or Yours?

I had a roommate. One morning she came out of her room and looked at me with great suspicion. I thought she was just in the pre-caffeinated phase. Which was true. She got some coffee. Then continued to look at me with entirely too much scrutiny. "Why are you looking

You did this to yourself

You did this to yourself

A few years ago, before moving to a land with no water, my husband and I got into trail running. Or, I guess you could say, my husband got me into trail running, and I would run with him. One weekend we went camping, and then decided to do a

I Worked in this Place Once...

I Worked in this Place Once...

It's a place that a lot of people know about. I'm not going to name it, but I will call it Foo, short for Foofaraw, which, according to the Internet means, A great deal of fuss or attention given to a minor matter. Which isn't necessarily true about the actual

Cats...

One day, back when I lived in Foo, I was walking home from work. The black oak trees that lined the road shading the air above me, their arching branches creating dappled sunlight at my feet. Thinking about nothing, I moseyed forward and then whoosh the air behind me flared.