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Why I Need Supervision on Stressful Days

SSN Misshap On March 20 of this year, the day we went in for my immigration interview, two things happened. The first was that I forgot our passports at home on the kitchen table. I had a folder that contained documents that we needed to bring with us to share with our attorney, relationship proof (greeting cards, photos, etc.) sitting on top of that, and as the cherry on the immigration proof pile, our passports.

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Hurricanes Suck and Backwoods Childhoods Rock

After a week of no power, I have come to appreciate the way I grew up in a manner I never thought I would. When I was young, my grandparents didn’t have electricity for a while. I vaguely recall when I was very young the wiring going in, but it wasn’t the most reliable system. There was also no running water in that house until I was around 17. That wasn’t that long ago. I have fond memories of that house on Telachick Road. (Near Prince George, BC, Canada.) Continue reading