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Leaves have fallen; branches are bare.Winter comes calling; snow in the air. A familiar friend departs; a new one soon appears.Perhaps another broken heart; something else to fear. Yet a strong arm remains, built to hold fast.Cry out not in vain; true love does last. Hypnotizing crystals descending; all the same yet unique.A blanket of
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On March 3, a bill aimed at barring transgender women and girls from participating in school athletic competitions designated for females failed to advance in a divided Senate. Regardless of where you stand, I wouldn’t be too quick to proclaim victory or tuck tail in defeat—it’s just one outcome in what’s sure to remain a
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We’re numb, right? He gets a pass for his latest round of craziness because most of what he says is crazy. That’s the only reason I can think of for why we’d all shrug our shoulders and not say a word about how weird and scary it is that our President is talking openly about
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“On the eleventh day of…” Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Despite my festive mood, forcing an analogy with The Twelve Days of Christmas isn’t working. What is working, and has been for about seven decades now, is Bridgeport football. We just picked up our eleventh state championship in dominating fashion. These triumphs often lead to arguments
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The waiting drove me mad. And then it finally was here, and I really was a mess. If you hadn’t guessed from my appropriation of the lyrics to “Corduroy,” I went to a Pearl Jam concert a couple of weeks ago. My intro works best, by the way, if you sing it in your mind
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“I don’t get the big deal about Pearl Jam and their mumblecore, do you?” That text was random, I thought. But also, mumblecore, hahahaha! I could picture Eddie running all the words to “Yellow Ledbetter” together as I happily hum along, unaware that it’s a serious song about our government’s mistreatment of veterans because I don’t understand
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Whenever someone claps for one of my stories, comments, or follows me, I check out their profile and consider following them. It used to be that almost all of them passed my lenient screening. I was pleased to be noticed in the sea of stories and didn’t set a high bar. You basically had to
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The epitome of sustainability Our little community was in a pickle, to say the least. Our population was growing, and our roads were becoming parking lots, especially at rush hour. We needed to expand our highways, but more roads mean fewer trees and we all know that’s bad for the environment. Deforestation, duh! What could
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