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Stripping to my underwear while standing at the foot of a hospital bed belonging to an elderly woman is both embarrassing and nerve wracking – worse than trying on clothes in the store aisle when the change rooms are full.

The god box sat on the counter in Burkhardt’s mother’s kitchen, where everything was dark faux-marble lined with white streaks like fat in a steak.

In 1951, Max Bieler bought a failed restaurant in downtown Binghamton and turned it into an Army-Navy store.

Jenny said something the other day at Elena’s soccer game that I’ve been thinking about a lot.

What made me think that going to Montreal in the middle of February would somehow shake me out of my seasonal depression?

Every family has a rich aunt. Mine was Aunt Sally.