Project 52, V. 4

Some weeks aren’t made for pretty pictures and pretty stories. This was one of those weeks — a vacation from school clodhoppered by too many night shifts and too little rest. I’m feeling rough around the edges and exhausted. At the same time, a little sunlight, like this speckling through my plastic-wrapped window, makes even […]

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Wood Stove Booger

She knows the infamy of my husband’s family name, and after working with Nurse Gracie over the course of a few night shifts, she told me, “I bet you get asked all the time if you’re related to the bad Breers, Harley and all. Well, you know what! I’m gonna ask you if you’re related […]

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