Small Town Nervous Breakdown

 
 
 
A small town is a bad place to have a nervous breakdown. I know this firsthand. Two years ago I was working part-time as a consultant for a firm that marketed causes I didn’t believe in.  The more I learned about the causes, the slimier I felt. Every day when I went in to work, [...]

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The Great White Barista

There’s this woman who works at our Starbucks that I call the White Woman.  Not because she’s the only white woman – JCrewville couldn’t be any more lily-white.  But in a coffee house that employs hip, sullen, young folk; she stands out glaringly. 

 
She’s middle-aged and totally suburban.  She looks like someone’s mom. Her Dorothy Hamill haircut and [...]

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Kindness in Isle 5

When you live in a small town, the store clerks, waitresses and mailpeople can take on a sort of celebrity-like status. It’s funny, you don’t think of them as famous even though everyone knows who they are.  Then one day, one of them dies and you find yourself in a strange state of disbelief and mourning. Like when Anna Nicole Smith [...]

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A Little Debut

Helloooo! This is my first posting.
Welcome to my take on the small things that happen in my small town.  I know it’s a little cliche, all this small stuff (of which I never sweat, of course), but it’s all about perspective, right?  Besides, if I can’t have some fun jabbering about life in Mayberry, then I’m heading [...]

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