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Uncle Melv
The holidays are coming, for those that celebrate. For this occasion, let me share one of my own family’s old holiday traditions. One that, I have to admit, was recklessly ruined by uncle Melv in the late ‘60s. We don’t speak of uncle Melv anymore in our family.
Communication Issues
“So, I stand in front of the class to introduce myself and guess what: nobody knew they were going to have a new teacher! Can you believe it?” My wife started a new job as an English teacher a few weeks ago. Her onboarding was somewhat bumpy. “You know, you
No More Armchairing
“Well, that’s pretty silly, they should just...” I’m sorry, but let me stop you right there. Just don’t. No, Zef. No. Before you share your wisdom and all your amazing insight, let me tell you a bit about yourself — or any other human for that matter. Yes,
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“I got up and then I found a berry. And then I ate it. And then I went hunting with Andre. And then Andre was killed by a Mammoth. And then I was sad. And then I found another berry. And then I ate it. And then I felt better.