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Ask Me No Questions

Every day was a surprise. On that afternoon, I saw my things laid out in a straight line in the carport. I was 9 and just coming home from school. I adjusted the book bag on my shoulder. Whatever the reason my step-mother had for pulling toys from my room, I wasn’t going to like … Continue reading

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Recovering from the Weekend

“How many girls have you slept with?” the man shouts. The woman talking to me look over at him. “What did he say?” the first woman asks. He shouts the line again and adds, “That’s what it says. Right here.” I realize that he’s reading one of the pictures. In a stone at the bottom … Continue reading

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Copycat

“She says your an automaton,” my mother said to me. I was 12 and standing in her bedroom doorway. She sat on the edge of her bed. “What does that mean?” I asked, wishing I had my mother’s vocabulary. “She meant you don’t think for yourself. You think what I tell you. That you want … Continue reading

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How to Be on Display

1. Spend an hour with a friend in Lowes trying to figure how to make a display. 2. Spend another hour in Lowes with husband seeing if the first idea was any good. 3. Figure out how much everything will cost. This total will be wrong. 4. Buy PCV PVC pipes that don’t fit in … Continue reading

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Be a Star! Everyone’s looking.

“All she ever does is entertain. She never has a real conversation,” my mom said. I glanced back over my shoulder at the woman mom was talking about. I liked B. She made me laugh. I was 14. “It’s a performance every single day,” mom said, walking to the car. “Drives me crazy.” I didn’t … Continue reading

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The Wished for Older Brother

I loved his voice. Most girls did. He flirted with my friend T. and me in a college history class. He flirted with every female in the room and we flirted back–because of that voice. He looked like a tough guy ready to break someone’s leg if ordered. On a Saturday night in the spring … Continue reading

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Old Enough

“Mommy, how old were you when your mom died?” my son asked. “Twenty-one,” I said. “Well,” he said. “At least you were old enough to walk to school by yourself.” But am I old enough to write a good book? I read an article recently that talked about age discrimination in publishing. Does it help … Continue reading

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What Other Girls Do

I got the news over the phone before lunch. I clutched the edge of my desk to keep from leaping to my feet and jumping up and down. My coworker, S., looked across her desk at me. “What’s going on?” she asked. “I was just accepted into the Peace Corps,” I said. “I’m going to … Continue reading