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Dragged through Hell (and an old familiar sub-division)
What was supposed to be a calm nature walk turned into three and a half hours of chaos, squirrel warfare, dead zones, and public humiliation. My dog dragged me through hell, the suburbs, and my last shred of dignity, and somehow still had energy to spare. Continue reading
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The Dog Takes the Fall for Hurricane Husbandus
Fall cleaning exposed Frankenstein’s laundry lab and a linen closet ravaged by Hurricane Husbandus. My husband, naturally, blamed the dog. As I folded sheets and muttered newly created profanities, I wondered: would a tiny house or treehouse fix the chaos, or just trap me with stadium-volume sports, dog drama, and zero escape routes? Continue reading
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Slushies, Turf Wars, and Monkey’s Blood
From sticky cones to turf wars and even a murder or two, the history of ice cream trucks isn’t all sprinkles and smiles. Inspired by a deep dive into the industry’s wild past, here’s my take on why those tinny chimes still send me sprinting to the curb. Continue reading
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E = mc² + Dad = The Theory of Dad-ativity
Albert Einstein wasn’t only the father of relativity, he was a father in the most human sense. In a 1915 letter to his son, he revealed that the true key to learning isn’t pressure or perfection, but joy: doing something you love so much that time seems to disappear. Continue reading
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We Played Outside. On Purpose
A group of kids drawing with chalk on the sidewalk sparks a nostalgic journey into summers past—before screens, fences, and over-scheduling. Through memories of childhood games, open backyards, and lemonade-fueled adventures, this blog post reflects on the magic of simpler times and the joy of being young, barefoot, and free. Continue reading
The Creative Quill 