In the windblown cockpit, my battered self-confidence finally gave way. I felt unable to try anymore. In all my unsuccessful attempts to be useful, I’d rendered myself useLESS.
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The Duke and Duchess of Prom
He seemed the perfect candidate to be my prom date – not popular enough to reject me, and free of excess nasal mucus.
Job search: Military spouses make do with doo doo
I was unlicensed, unemployed, and desperate for a job to pay my humongous student loan debts.
I fought the lawn. The lawn won.
Exhausted and seizing in pain, I collect my garden tools, checking behind me to see if I’ve left my vertebrae, meniscus, or uterus on the lawn somewhere.
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets