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  • The Best Thing with Four Legs

    What’s good about having a pet? Well, let me count the ways—though if you’ve ever shared your home with one, you probably don’t need convincing. First off, it’s waking up in the morning and finding someone—wide-eyed, tail going like a propeller—already convinced that this is going to be the best day ever. Before coffee, before…

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  • Three Years from Now (Assuming I Don’t Win the Lottery or Get Hit by a Bus)

    “What will your life be like in three years?” they ask, as if I’ve got some grand master plan drawn up on a whiteboard somewhere. Truth is, I don’t. I barely know what I’m having for lunch tomorrow, let alone what I’ll be doing in 2028. But if the universe doesn’t hurl any major surprises…

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  • Nostalgia, Travel, and the Myth of the Idaho Girl

    By someone who’s been around a bit and still wonders what happened to all the people who vanished quietly. Lately, I’ve been feeling… well, nostalgic. And not in the soft-focus, violins-playing sort of way, but more like someone opened the floodgates in my brain and out came everything from school uniforms to the smell of…

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  • Richmond is Melting and So Am I

    By a man who thought Virginia summers were supposed to be charming and full of fireflies, not the actual fires of hell. It is currently 102°F in Richmond, Virginia. That’s not a heatwave—that’s the sun filing a restraining order against us for getting too close. The weather app isn’t even pretending anymore. It just says…

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  • Flying: The Sky’s the Limit, Sanity Optional

    Flying used to be glamorous. I’m talking about the golden age—suits, silk ties, champagne served by flight attendants with teeth so perfect they could light up a runway. It was the Concorde, it was Pan Am, it was James Bond having a Vodka Martini “shaken, not stirred”. Now? It’s not travel. It’s airborne livestock logistics.…

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  • We the People, Once More

    These days, there is fear in the air. Not the kind that comes from the deep woods or the things that go bump in the night, but the kind that seeps in when we stop questioning, when we let the loudest voices drown out reason, when we start believing that our neighbors are the enemy.…

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