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In progress … —- Napping with my grandfather was a test of cunnery. We would lie together on our sides and he would shuffle and shift his weight and move his feet until he found his spot. I would lie as still as possible, stick-straight, afraid that the lightest movement would send him into another shuffling frenzy and delay the inevitable snores that would bellow from his mouth. I...
Willy Wonka would never marry me.
In progress… I made bland cookies that left me somewhat wishing I had a ladder to help me out of a shallow grave. I couldn’t even master the simplest of tasks; I followed the recipe to a tee, yet I was left wondering whether it needed more flour or butter or, simply, a better baker. I have never been one to boast my cooking talents. I can follow a recipe, but that doesn’t guarantee the meal...