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The other day I traveled to Boston for work. The flight itself was (amazingly) uneventful, but once I arrived to Logan Airport in Boston, I had FIVE hours to kill as I waited for the auditor’s flight to arrive. You might ask "What does one do for 5 hours at the Boston Logan International Airport?… Continue reading 5…4…3…2…1… Hours at the Airport
The other day, in an attempt to buckle down and work on my short stories, I pulled an old notebook out of the closet to use for some outlines. The front page of the notebook contained lyrics for a song I had written about 3 years ago. I'm not sure if it is very good as poetry… Continue reading The Lost Poem
Krista M. Doud 