I think that maybe next week I should wash the blueberries that I buy at the downtown Farmer's Market on Tuesdays before I eat them.
I'm feeling a little light-headed.
I have the best intentions of taking them home.
But the bag is just sitting there!
Remember, Rebecca. Local doesn't equal organic. Who knows what's on those things?
The Vast Carelessness of Ableism
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(crossposted from Turning Aside) As a Christmas present I had bought
tickets to the touring The Great Gatsby musical. I’ve always loved the
story, and wh...
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