Pass the Olives

(All the subtitles I can think of are overused.)

Category: The Olives

Individual blog entries in chronological order.

Pass the Olives? Why?

(The site is still developing but I’ll give you a sneek peak at the reasons why Pass the Olives has any meaning at all.) At Abraham Lincoln High School in Des Moines, Iowa, I spent as much time as I could in the art room. All of my study halls, after school as long as the building was open, and extra hours with pink permission slips claiming emergency need. In […]

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