Memories
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Carol
As a kid of the eighties, one thing I remember wanting more than anything was a Cabbage Patch doll. I saw them on television while watching Saturday morning cartoons. My cousin, that lived across the field, had them all. It sure seemed like it anyway. I don’t remember now, but I’m certain I asked my Continue reading
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Ragweed
What’s the story behind your nickname? Not everyone calls me Ragweed, but my brother does. This guy that I loved as a baby, hated through childhood, and is one of my best friends now, calls me Ragweed. We grew up in the country. Our nearest neighbor, which happened to be my aunt and uncle’s house, Continue reading
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Roll to Me
It had to be about 1996. I was working at Wendy’s as a dining room attendant. This was back when the chain still had its salad bar, at a time when kale was used for looks and not to eat. Hard to believe, I know, but I spent a lot of time throwing away the kale used Continue reading
