sandhillsis on April 8th, 2009

Fifteen years ago, I went from a daughter of a working cowboy in Nebraska, to a nanny living in the suburbs of Washington, D.C.. Every Tuesday night without fail, my friend, Jules and I would go to small local bar, for ladies night. Well, for one drink anyway, the first one was free. While we were planning the [...]

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