No more precincts, a Yeti clam, an open peoplehole, snipped hair, and the importance of hyphens…
~Tuesday~ Again this morning, none of my peeps were present on the bus. I’m beginning to wonder if they all got cars for Christmas. I took a seat in front of a man who was eating his breakfast in his seat. I immediately thought of the recording that plays as the bus turns from Hillsborough … Read more