Last night a friend uttered one word and about 20 new apartment worries vanished. A huge weight came off my shoulders. The word: handyman.
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Last night a friend uttered one word and about 20 new apartment worries vanished. A huge weight came off my shoulders. The word: handyman.
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This archive has my Master's Thesis, many of my newspaper columns, my trip reports from before blogging, and my Twitter archive.
See That Queer Expatriate for current material.
Expatriate, not ex-patriot: I'm a progressive liberal and queer American in Berlin, Germany. My roots in include 18 years in Denver, 6 in Laramie, Wyoming, 6 in Bloomington, Indiana, and 6 in Weimar, Germany. Sense a pattern?
You can email me at gmail.com, username "elmadaeu"
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