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There are certain times in life that feel like dividing lines etched into a window to your psyche. Natural confluences of moments that come together to make you contemplate the “what next” of it all.
There are certain times in life that feel like dividing lines etched into a window to your psyche. Natural confluences of moments that come together to make you contemplate the “what next” of it all.
The North Carolina General Assembly recently created (and look likely to pass) SB37, “In-Person Learning Choice for Families.”
It’s just a bar.
Bars are for sinners.
I’m sorry for the owners, but bars are at the bottom of the list of things to save.
Tomorrow Today is my 39th birthday.
I’m excited to spend the next year in anticipation of 40 — I know a lot of women who fully grew into themselves in their 40s and continue to up their ass-kicking quotient as they go. I just hope I’m able to have a 40th birthday party the way god intended — drunk, in a bar, hugging everyone. I have the feeling this 40th trip around the sun will be nothing if not interesting. And also a little boring, probably. Hopefully.