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Swings, Roundabouts and Pink Bubble Gum
Swings, roundabouts and Pink Bubble GumWell, you wouldn’t believe it would you but it’s true. Just for us, us oldies. We still like to play you know, even though our bodies might be a little bent and our minds a little scrambled. You’re never too old they say, all those clichés; age is inevitable, ageingwww.onedoor.cc optional, or something like that. You’re only as old as you feel blah blah blah…But this, this is total magic. Oh, if my grandkids could see me now. They’d be impressed of course, but my kids merely disapproving.You’ll hurt yourself, we don’t want you ending up in hospital with a fractured hi...
The Curse of Sentimental Attraction
Val leaned over her plate of bacon and inhaled. Her eyes were closed. She was smiling. “I love the smell of bacon and coffee. It reminds me of my grandmother’s house. Walking into her kitchen was like walking into a big hug.”Gary leaned back in the diner booth. A warm, tingling sensation filled his body. “I love how sentimental you are. It truly moves me,” he shared.They were on their first date. It went longer than they both imagined.“Isn’t late-night breakfast the best?” She drank her coffee slowly. Her countenance captured Gary’s attention. Every word she uttered seemed to resonate with his...
Aubrey Rose McCallum
“My name is Aubrey Rose McCallum.” She told me on the first day of class, “And I am autistic.”Now I want you to see something. Please, follow me. It’s on the north wall of the gymnasium. Right there. Beautiful, isn’t it? It took her over a semester and a lot of spray paint, but it is a true work of art, don’t you think so? As you can see, Aubrey used such brilliant colors to transform that plain, dull brick wall into this striking figure of a heavenly angel with both wings and arms spread out welcoming those who seek guidance and direction, is to say the very least, quite inspirational...
The Wilford Reading Room
"Could you send me bank statements on behalf of your foundation? We're not seeing where the money's going."Greg took a long drag from his cigarette and let the smoke curl away from his lips. He hadn't considered that someone would look for a paper trail. He tapped his finger on the countertop, stared down at his phone, and stirred his mind for an answer. He heard an uncomfortable cough come through the speaker."Look-- Irma, was it?""No, my name's--""Sure. Irma, Charles Wilford Literary Foundation is a cornerstone of this community. I don't think I have to tell you how important it is for kids ...