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The Sisters of Caldwell Street
At the very end of Caldwell Street in Piqua, Ohio, stood a grand old house painted a deep, mysterious midnight blue. Its steep mansard roof rose proudly into the sky, and its dormer windows peeked out like curious eyes watching… Continue reading
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đĽ Welcome to the Gallbladder Games: Hospital Edition đĽ
(May the odds be ever in your IV.) I left off last time as I was being rolled down the hospital hallway toward what would become my glamorous new Airbnb for the next couple of days: my hospital room. I… Continue reading
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Part 4: MY GALLBLADDER: THE DRAMA QUEEN WHO REFUSED TO DIE QUIETLY
My gallbladder saga has officially become longer than a Netflix limited series. Honestly, at this point it deserves its own theme song, cast reunion, and behindâtheâscenes documentary. That tiny, spicy, demonâfilled organ made my life a living hell for MONTHS.… Continue reading
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THE DAY OHIO TRIED TO YEET ME BACK TO THE 1800s
It was a cold March afternoonâthe kind of cold where the wind isnât just blowing, itâs out there auditioning for The Exorcist, trying to rip trees out of the ground and fling lawn ornaments into orbit. Garden gnomes were flying… Continue reading
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⨠THE DAY MY CURLS FILED A COMPLAINT AND QUIT â¨
My hair has officially entered its villain era. Apparently, being stuck in a hospital bed for several days was all it needed to say, âYou know what? Iâm done,â pack its little follicle suitcase, and abandon every ounce of dignity… Continue reading
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Confession Tuesday: The Great Bangs Massacre of 7th Grade
Hello my little witches, warlocks, ghosts, goblins, and anyone else who has ever made a questionable hair decision under the influence of peer pressure and Aqua Net. Gather âround the cauldron â itâs Confession Tuesday, and todayâs tale is one… Continue reading
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The Day I Met the Worst Customer in Walmart History
Working in retail means youâre eventually going to meet some truly awful customers. Now I worked in a few retail jobs during my 30 something years of life, but by the time I worked at Walmart I honestly, had, had… Continue reading
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Plot Twist: My Gallbladder Was the Villain All Along: Part Two
So it became official: my gallbladder was getting evicted. No notice. No appeal. No âplease pack your things.â Just get out. But before anyone could yank this tiny troublemaker from my body, I had to meet with a general surgeon… Continue reading
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