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On February 13, 2017, I said goodbye to my sweet boy, Wylie. I didn't know what to expect that day.
Scott and I worked at a rock radio station. He actually was hired to be my boss at a really
I can never see a foggy kitchen window - the kind that's created on a rainy west coast night, draining
64 years they were together. In 1952, they met a dinner party in Montreal. Trying to be cool, he waited
My Darling Skinny-Bumber, Hello, my darling. At the moment I’m in a position to resume my sweet practice of writing
That day I woke up to a text from my father: “Call me and grandpa RIGHT AWAY”. First, I went
We had met for the first time in the Summer of 1980 and fell in love a year after that
We met at Macy's, in the wide aisle by luggage in the home section. I was finishing my shift at
Chicken à la King can be a declaration of love. That’s how it was for Sean that Saturday, when he got
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