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They're all behind you They'll never find you They're on the ocean floor Your sins are forgotten They're on the bottom...

She sat staring at the lab report, glancing over at me from time to time as she spoke mostly to herself, checking off where my hormonal lev...

At the end of the summer of 1985, I was the last passenger to board a plane in Denver heading east, dragging my Smith-Corona typewriter, as...

I first heard of A Prairie Home Companion from a couple of guys frequently seen wearing camouflage and talking about hunting. They were stu...

There are at least a dozen stoplights to either pass right through or stop at on the way. Once I get inside the parking lot, it is a matter...

In the cool of an early Saturday morning, she breezed through the farmers' market, stopping only long enough to make a couple of necess...

She handed me a warm biscuit and a jar of plum jam. Sustenance She surprised me with antique lace to use on my next pillow. Joy She a...