Photo by William Warby on Unsplash by Sherrie Flick Judy clutched the stopwatch to her chest. The secondhand thunked like a bass beat. She didn’t enjoy timing every activity, but her therapist seemed

Photo by Joanna Kosinska on Unsplash by Mileva Anastasiadou We don’t post. But we log in and check our feed and when Facebook asks what’s on our mind, we think, Beautiful World, Where Are

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Photo by Erik Gjester on Unsplash by Andrea Marcusa Mom pulled into a gas station with rusting pumps, cheap prices, and a guy in a grease-stained uniform, the stink of oil and gasoline

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