US-95

He worries like someone driving a long straightaway in an open country with nothing but clear skies ahead, and he the only car. Windows down, crisp, morning air. On his flanks, nothing save open land, brown, rocky expanse, mountains far away, cherried white, looks like Mars – like that nothing. But the road before him…… Continue reading US-95

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Table for One

I had Tuscan Butter Shrimp for dinner yesterday, a Keto dish I found online. I dropped Andres off for soccer practice and drove to Fred Myer. I bought the necessary ingredients for the meal and because I hadn’t eaten all day, I also bought some California Rolls. At home, I stood at the kitchen counter,…… Continue reading Table for One

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