Life With Jordan and Sam
It’s 3:00 a.m. and I am sitting in a cloud of stink. It’s nothing new to be surrounded by stink. I grew up with two brothers who, I was certain, farted just to torture...
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When in Rome
The dinner table was silent; all eyes were on Jordan. We were waiting for him to answer my grandmother’s question. Moments before, he’d been fielding inquires about his background and was in the middle...
