My parents tell an infamous tale of me and poop. I was a wee baby, and my mom went to the grocery, leaving my dad with said wee baby. At this point,…
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Becky Brown
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Remember when I took off my wedding rings and lost them? And my dad, who has never ever ever taken his ring off in the eleventy billion years he’s been married earned…
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My dad has never taken off his wedding ring. Yard work? Harsh solvents? Vietnam? Nope. He’s had that gold band on for 50 years. I’m more of an on-again, off-again kind of…
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One fine summer day, I saw bees. That’s good, right? I planted flowers that were supposed to be bee-friendly. We need bees! Yay! Except the bees were … climbing in and out…
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A neighbor kid is mowing the yard next door. He’s saving up for a car, so he mows that yard maybe more often than it really needs. His name is Hoke. I…
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Walking Walter the Wonderdoodle, an unfamiliar car passed us. And then it passed us going the other way. And then it came upon us again and parked *in the middle of the…
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It’s not nice to brag. And it’s not honest to make your life look better online than it really is. But I just have to tell you. I bought this. For six…
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As is the custom of my people, we gathered to pay homage to the teenyboppers of our youth. That’s right, people. I saw New Kids on the Block in concert. Me and…
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My high school did “Bye Bye Birdie” as our one and only musical. I had a solo called “What did I ever see in him.” It started like this: Eight years, eight…
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That long-ass title is a fancy way of saying that I am currently sporting a fat lip and a neck scratch that looks like a hickey. And it is all about to…