WhaHappen?

Even though it’s still early on Sunday, I’m already thinking about how the long weekend was over so quickly. (Sigh… like a fleeting lover at the train station whose name you didn’t even catch. Mom, if you’re reading this, it’s just a simile, a writing style, if you will. Husband Jace — you too.) So-yes [...]

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I dread going back to work each Monday. Every Sunday, right around dusk as the weekend draws its last gasps, I get a little melancholy. Why – why must the weekend terminate so painfully? Even though I kinda like my job, it’s the idea that there is definitely someplace better to be than at work [...]

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