But Canuck or no, I couldn’t let this moment curdle any further, right? I remember telling myself—badgering, really—that I needed to say something, even though she had already launched into another story.

How Do You Deal With The N-Word »
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I got a little weepy the first time I sat in my car after three long years away. I’m still rather giddy about cheap, all-hours take-out. I’m occasionally distracted in a supermarket, marveling at all of the new potato chip or gourmet soda flavors.

Brittany’s Back-In-The-USA culture shock»
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