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Family, Frustrations, Slice of Life

An Age of Nincompoopery

As much as it pains me to admit this, when I was still living in my parents’ home as a young teen, my mother sometimes accused me of being a nincompoop. I didn’t really know the meaning of the word… Continue Reading…

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