I hate sneezing. I don't like that uncontrollable feeling that simulates your brain squeezing through your nasal cavities. Owie.
Not to mention that I can't ever just sneeze once-
it's always a parade of nostril winds.
A Choochless Mother’s Day
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These small holidays without Chooch — Easter, HIS BIRTHDAY, Mother’s Day,
etc. — still feel very strange. For every step forward I take on this Empty
Nest ...
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