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Love. Reader note:  When my heart swells it. Writes in fragments. Okay, now that you’ve been warned… carry on. Her: “Thanks for the follow. Do I know you?” Me: “No, but can I call you? It’s important. It’s about Martha and June.” And then she hit send on her final Twitter DM to me containing nothing but an area code and 7 more digits. She answered not on the first ring, but on the first dingle of the first ring. “How

Flanery, get the hell over here!! So, over I went.  My Grandaddy was just leaving the scoring table at one of my swim meets when I was about eight years old.  He put his arm around me and walked me all the way to a bench on the other side of the pool.  The meet was still going on, but I was done with my last event. I was wringing wet and fresh out of the pool after having placed fourth in the 25 freestyle in the boys

686.  I’ll never forget that number as long as I live. The jobs market is rough, and this weak economy has made it ever rougher.  In the last year I’ve had a number of blog requests to write something like a “how to get a job blog for the less fortunate”.  Well, I’m certainly no expert, but I will humbly give my opinion on a little something that has always worked well for me when I need