I can still smell the inside of my dad’s lunchbox to this day. Old bread, musty cheese and damp paper napkin would float up to my nose every time I opened the lid. I can conjure that smell up any time I want. It was a plastic black lunchbox with two latches. There was a… Continue reading Black Lunchbox
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Stay at home mom who home-schools. Has a small organic farm. When not pulling weeds on the farm she enjoys camping and hiking in the Porcupine Mountains.
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