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GRIN AND BEAR IT: FUN AT WORK

GRIN AND BEAR IT: FUN AT WORK...

I had lunch today at one of those delightfully tacky restaurants. Things were a little bit slow at this place, which I’ll just call Joe Schmoe’s.  I think there were, at most, four tables occupied.  How happy the wait staff seemed each time another one of those tables filled up!  Whenever the door opened, all of the restaurant staff would yell on cue “Welcome to Joe Schmoe’s!”  But oh, how quickly their...
Old Pictures, Old Stories

Old Pictures, Old Stories...

My grandfather died around three o’clock on a Friday afternoon.  My grandmother sat at his bedside, clutching his hands as he took his last breath.  My father and uncle stood stoically in opposite corners of the room.  They grieved in their own quiet way.  My aunts sat at the foot of his bed and dried their eyes with tissues.  My cousin, my brothers and I sat in a semi-circle of chairs and wept alongside each...

Confessions of a Mean Girl...

(*Names have been changed) Her name was Teresa.*   She hovered in front of the double doors each morning while waiting for the school bell to ring, always alone. Just like me.  As an overweight kid with glasses, frizzy red hair, freckles and an albuterol inhaler permanently attached to my hand, I was the consummate outcast child on the school playground.   I was usually first in my class when it came to grades, and...
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