My phone fell into the toilet. With just the unbuttoning of my pants, a miniscule splash warned me of its plunge from my back pocket. My super-fast reflexes got it out within seconds, but the device fizzled to its untimely death. Dead phone. Read the rest of the article on The Next Family.—>
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I was about seven when I heard an off-color joke I didn’t understand. My mom explained it as politely as she could. “Well, Laurenne, some men like to joke around and say that a woman’s private parts smell like fish.” Aaaaand that was the beginning of a very long paranoia about the scent of my […]
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