childhood
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There’s Your Day
When I was little, my sister and I shared a room. Our twin beds sat against opposite walls, sandwiching a window in between, and each morning our mom would come in to wake us up by opening the curtains and saying, “there’s your day!” Often, in the haze of the morning and the frustration of Continue reading
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The Interesting Car
When I was a kid, my parents used to bowl in a Thursday night league at our local bowling alley. We’d all head over as a family around 6:00pm, hoping we were early enough to get a spot in the small parking lot. Whenever we pulled in, my sister and I would keep our eyes Continue reading
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The living room is empty. My dad is at work and my mom is in the other room, maybe cleaning or reading or talking on the phone. I am eight years old, and I am in the mood to dance. I sift through the CDs on the shelf, press the power button on the stereo, Continue reading
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Getting Over the Big Bump
Up until I was nine years old, my family lived in a blue house, in a neighborhood close to our church. My dad had bought the house with a few of his friends before he met my mom, and so by the time they got married and I came along, we were very much part Continue reading
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Doors Slammed Open
A couple that I work with have a son that stole the hearts of all of our coworkers pretty much the moment he was born. The second he learned how to walk, he was popping in and around our desks, making our communal office space his own personal discovery zone. Some days he’d want to Continue reading
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