It isn’t the coffee; it’s me

Some people, like my deceased Uncle Junior, turn to drinking when they’re down. I take off running into the sweet, warm arms of a coffee pot.

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My Sweet, Stupid Car

Because I wasn’t accustomed to loving or trusting myself, it was a rude awakening to discover that I only had myself to count on. That only I could support and see myself through this.

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Childhood Wishes and Evergreens

Loss is tragic; it’s important to recognize it, feel it, and empathize with those who have been affected BY it. But love should ALWAYS be celebrated.

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Life Lesson #2: Don’t flirt with the brunette at the coffee shop unless you know how

If I were actually in a place where I was ready for a relationship, I would like to believe that I could have found an “in” — a way of starting a somewhat normal conversation with this girl. And at dinner, I learned, from my female friend, that – rather than using business cards – you can “break the ice” with someone in a more personalized and less business-like way.

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Keeping It Real: Financial Fitness and Freedom

I overheard a few of the kids critically assessing the two options.
Kid 1: But what if I just want to wear this hoodie all of the time?
Jess: You can’t wear that hoodie all of the time.

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