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Clickety click, clickety clack
“Knit, purl, that’s all there is to it.” Or so my mother said when she taught me to knit at the age of eight. She made it look so...
Your call or mine?
After the death of his beloved wife, Uncle Arch continued to live in the two storey home they’d built as newlyweds 54 years earlier. He was a collector, which...
What, you’re dining alone?
The waiter’s lip curled, ever so slightly, when I asked him for a table for one. “Certainly, madam, come this way” and off he set toward some high stools at...