As I have written before, driving with a GPS brings out the worst in me. My GPS goes by the name of Bonnie, and she has already been subjected to my gleeful Truman-esque escapes through the labyrinthine shopping center parking lots of suburban America. Little did I know that Bonnie, too, has a dark side.Continue reading “Bonnie Strikes Back”
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Thanksgiving Punch
Annie and Grace always spent Thanksgiving together, but the year that they were ten, Grace noticed that something was different about Annie. “Why are your arms all hairy, and mine aren’t?” Grace asked. “Granny said hairy runs in my genes,” Annie announced nonchalantly. Grace looked puzzled. “What does that have to do with anything?” sheContinue reading “Thanksgiving Punch”
Snark on the Side 