By Lee Scott When I was a child we had a junk drawer in the kitchen. In the junk drawer was a
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MoreBy Lee Scott When I was a child and had the nerve to say “I am bored” to my mother, she would
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MoreBy Lee Scott “Earth to Lee. Earth to Lee.” is one of my husband’s favorite lines. He says it when he sees
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