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Springtime with Grandma H

Ah, Springtime. When everything returns to life. New beginnings. With Grandma H, it’s grave cleaning time. She pulls into the cemetery driveway and tells me, “You are the look out. If you see a rapist, you tell me.” “Uh..okay?” I … Continue reading

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