Growing up, we got our Christmas trees from Mr. Munro, the man who owned our house before us.
Deaf man using sign language with laptop
The other day I was sitting in my neighborhood Starbucks surrounded by the chatter of conversation and people hunched over their laptops or newspapers. At one table, however, something remarkable was going on.
I met Arthur six years ago, thanks to an online ad.
I didn't know what to expect from my long-distance friendship with Arthur - but it wasn't this.
With Arthur
One Friday last month, I finally broke my news to Arthur.
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