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The Tale of the Grieving

  Breathe.  Smile.  Pretend everything is fine.  Breathe.  Smile.  Pretend everything is fine. This has been my mantra, every single morning since the night of May 31st, when my father passed away...

Becoming a Wogavino!

Monday was an ordinary day.  The sun rose and fell, Doug made me a brilliant scrambled eggs and bacon (mmmm bacon – pause for daydream about me having cuddles with...