April 2010
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The Fugitive
Today marked the 6th anniversary of my Grandma’s passing. Instead of spending the day soaking my cheeks in tears and letting my heart ache uncontrollably, I wanted to reminisce about something that would make me smile.
After several hours of scouring my mind, I had nothing. I’m sure there was a multitude of funny little stories somewhere, hiding in the very dark recesses of my brain. Maybe...
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P.I.M.P* in the Gym
She walked up to me and said, “Are you staying here?” I panicked, unsure of how to answer. We were in the Marriott hotel lobby on a break from the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop. I had sat next to Angela earlier in the day for lunch, but other than that, I did not know her from Adam. And she had just asked me for the key to my hotel room.
Luckily, for Angela, I was a little “lubed” thanks...
