“N-n-n-no! D-don’t… Please-don’t-put-the-strawberries-with-the-meat!” I manage to get the words out just before the bagger actually sets the pint of strawberries on top of the steaks. He responds quickly, placing the fruit in another bag. But he also mutters that he thought it was okay because the meat is wrapped up. He eyes me defensively. “I [...]

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On Twitter last week, my lovely friend Sarah laughed at my use of the word “stabby” to describe my mood at the time. (Stabby: A word that I can’t take credit for but am totally willing to be considered creative for using.) Anyway, I was feeling stabby about traffic in the Atlanta metro area, which [...]

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