I-don’t-care-itis: Death of a small town. As part owner of an aging home in a small town, I’m interested in its upkeep as well as the surrounding neighborhood. On a…
All he’d have to do was Google “Chemistry Films” and if he was interested and diligent enough, he’d figure out what that more that didn’t meet the eye was.
Jack was there. But he wasn’t the vivid Jack of her waking memory. The Jack with the black hair and laughing eyes. Not the larger-than-life Jack who’d swept her off her feet when she’d been a naïve eighteen-year-old, the one she’d married, the one who’d been her whole world.
Describe the town where you grew up. (Another Wordpress Post-a-Week topic.) Here’s the problem I have with this topic. I didn’t grow up in any one place. Our family moved…