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Student Union, August Sun

Around this room, large as a gymnasium,

couches lie scattered like children’s toys, seats covered

Coming Clean

     Sitting at my mom’s well-worn oak dining table, I drink ice-cold sweet tea, and listen for the buzz of the clothes dryer. Yup.

Where's my ham?

Roger, my husband, is a talented Drupal developer, and when I told him I wanted to create a website for my writing endeavors, he was happy to oblige. Together we selected a theme, and he added a few modules that fit my particular needs as a writer. He needed a placeholder for the site slogan, so, more as a joke than anything, he threw up "Where's my ham?"

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