How he made it across Coburn Mountain Road remains a mystery. By the time I saw Suicide Squirrel, I’d already kind of written him off. In the split-second it had taken me to see him and plot his trajectory, I’d come to the conclusion Suicide Squirrel was a goner.
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Gabby a girl in my gymnastics class said you can’t be my friend if you don’t talk…
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I love this nationwide wailing and gnashing of teeth about the heat.
I grew up in the Deep South, so I earned my hot-weather badge at an early age. Now the rest of the country is in a sweaty panic because it’s hot in June.
In my Mississippi hometown, there was no such thing as a June heat wave. We had one heat wave every year, and it lasted from May to October.
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He remembered the smokehouse outside his grandfather’s place. It stood next to the tool shed beside the…
Showtime’s boxing coverage can be irritating at times, what with Gus Johnson’s carny-style, indiscriminate hyping, and Champion-turned-commentator…
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She was always called Birdy. The nickname arose partly from her looks. But, it also was because…