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At the fork in the road, she looks left then right and chooses the middle with a wink and a grin. Oh how the wayward souls go Tomorrow I’ll lock


Janelle died this weekend. This isn’t going to be an eulogy. I never knew her well enough for that.  She was in my circle – my periphery – for almost

Five Years.

I remember getting on stage the night after finding out that you’d killed yourself.  “I can do this,” I thought. “I’m a professional.” I stood up there with the blinding