When I was little, I read a pirate book, and afterwards, whenever I was the slightest bit sick, I was convinced I had scurvy.
I would find my mother and inform her, "I have scurvy again." She'd usually ignore me.
I'd try my father: "Daddy, I have scurvy." He'd give me an orange and win my heart anew.
We Are Family, My Kangaroo Sisters and Me - This article is ten years old now. But in revisiting this blog, I saw this post among my drafts and had to publish it. Had to. I am not sure to what d...
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