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Peering into Windows by Cindy Hulsey

Riding in the backseat of our Impala as a child I got a feeling of guilty pleasure from peering into the lit windows we passed.  There was something intriguing about catching glimpses of activity in other homes.  A quick look into an apartment window and I could see that other people lived differently than I did.  I wanted to know their stories.  I still have this impulse, and must admit that I still can’t resist glancing into lit windows, but rather than veer off into a dangerous (not to mention illegal) pastime, I learned to channel my obsession into the more socially acceptable hobby of

Work It Out by Rebecca Howard

Everyone has experienced a bad job or two.  Some of us have experienced soul-sucking, hope-killing, brain-numbing, and bad with a capital “b” jobs.  I only have to think to the late 1990s when I worked for a small advertising company that produced on hold messages.  “Your business is important to us.  Please stay on the line and someone will be with you momentarily.”  Yeah, that stuff.  I was the person who wrote that.  Sorry.