My grandmother is 95 years old. She is sharp, sassy, sweet. And she is an unabashed squirrel hater. Living in Mississippi, she has long experienced squirrel invasion armies in her yard and home. She is a seasoned squirrel hunter, trapping and um, ah, transitioning the squirrels to their next um, ah, divine appointment. For years she kept records on her…
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Twenty Years of Stories
This is the archive: two decades of questions, lessons, and moments worth writing down. I don't publish here much anymore, but I do still write about my life today, what I'm up to, travel, family, work insights, and more. If you want the current stuff, that's what the newsletters are for and I'd love for you to subscribe.
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