Last week I wanted chips and salsa. This is not my regular snack and I was pretty excited about this new fun thing I got at the grocery store. But when it was time to open it at home the lid wouldn’t budge. I gave it everything I had, so much that my arms were […]
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Jars part 1
A long time ago, I lived in a far away place, called Kansas City. It was an old house, near 42nd and Wornall, that had been broken up into two apartments. There was an upstairs apartment and a downstairs apartment. I lived downstairs with Andrea. Two men lived in the upstairs apartment. Maybe their names […]
Anne Foster 