It’s getting to be that time of year: the holidays. Most friends my age started complaining weeks ago about the dreaded time back home when they are forced to spend time with their families. The old trope of a ruined Thanksgiving due to political divides between children and parents or the racially insensitive undertones of…
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Cemetery Ice Cream
“What about these?” I turned around to see she was wearing the largest leopard-skinned glasses in the store. I gawked. “Mom, I’m fine with a hint of my homosexuality, but I don’t want a billboard announcing it.” We started cackling. We kept trying on pairs, the more ridiculous the better. At some point we realized…
The GING Life 