Love Is…

Love is sitting in a waiting room alone for an hour. It’s driving someone to treatment. Love getting up early to run routes. Love is sitting for hours of nothing

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The Dreaded Oops

You know it’s perfect. Double-checked, triple-checked, revised, and reviewed. Free of errors and ready to send, you take one final look at your query. It is perfect. You hit send,

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I Feel Like Lloyd Christmas

Slivers, like a piece of birthday cake, thinly sliced, is doled out as I hit the button with the word submit. That thin, almost nothing, the slice, a morsel of

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