Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

Recently, my husband and I ate dinner at a quaint little tavern on capital square in Madison. We were seated at a small table that was uncluttered by stuffed animals, crayons, Pinkalicious or Spiderman books or even extra napkins. Our conversation was slow to get started. Perhaps it was because it did not include phrases …

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