“Put Neosporin on it,” I advised Francis, who’d jogged 17 miles that day, and chafed his inner thighs raw. We needed a quick solution, because he had a half hour to pick up the babysitter…
I’d invite Raggedy Ann over for coffee if I could. She would get me. I think we’d be pals.
Dear Starbucks, I have a confession . . . I’m only into you for one thing.
Military Families Hit Harder by Inflation
Due to inflation, today’s military families are paying at least three times as much for groceries and gas. How did we get here?