Time Capsule
My lover has the uncanny ability to leave footwear in inconvenient places: a slipper tilted against the wall, a flip-flop at the bottom of the stairs.
Dad’s Vernacular
Dad obsessed over our gravel driveway which was overrun with potholes and bumps. Thus the quest for Road Fill was born. We weren’t allowed to throw anything away. Tin cans, cereal boxes, yard waste, half-eaten pears, legless Barbies- all Road Fill.
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