Retirement, sort of. A Craigslist poem.
Tonight, this will be me. Tonight will be the best night of my life. I’d live-blog the glory, but I want it all to myself.
When a voice screams over an amusement park telephone that you’ve nearly killed a little girl, there’s not much you can say, except, ‘I’m sorry.’ From Maribeth’s forthcoming book about her life and near-deaths in the workplace.
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