by Bojana Stojcic You’ll bet me 50 bucks there’s some deep shit at the core of my next story, right? Well, kind of. My initial thought was to write about a heavy snowfall that made my travel impossible or I wish I could tell you how lonely I am while the logs crackle and pop in the fireplace and such, Read More
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My Grandpa Knew Mr. Parkinson
by Bojana Stojcic “Let me help you, Grandfather,” said a voice to the old man as he stumbled walking away from the table. Grandpa nodded back, put on his hat he wore with style and, with a profound mistrust of anything new, left the room, unsure about where they had met. “Even elephants forget,” Grandpa joked. What he didn’t see Read More