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The Red Cross in the Orange Grove

The end of Overlook Drive was dark. First there were houses, 1970s split-level houses. But they stopped before the wide curve where an orange grove took over. At night, sitting beside my father in the car, it looked like the road ended in darkness. Then around the curve and a 7 Eleven lit the next … Continue reading

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Being a Girl

My mom would be there any minute. I decided to hide at the neighbor’s house. It was easy to lie to them. “My mom is coming over,” I said. “I don’t know why, but I’m not allowed to see her. Dad said so.” I was 12. They believed me because they never liked my mother. … Continue reading

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Bad Shoes and Bad Guys

I picked out the wrong shoes. The shoes were wrong because I thought they were neat. Yep. Neat. S., a girl who wore pink Oxfords and skinny ribbons in her hair, made it clear to everyone that my tennis shoes were uncool. The shoes weren’t the ordinary canvas. S. probably said it best when she … Continue reading

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He’s so logical.

“Are you scared?” my dad asked. I nodded. I was 7. “Do you want me to turn it off?” he asked. I peered out from behind the sofa. “No!” On TV, a giant cave floated through space about to eat the Starship Enterprise. “Leave it on!” I ducked behind the sofa again and then peered … Continue reading

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Bitterness in Creativity

Can a child make art? Do artistic standards make you bitter? Why is it that we can get so angry when we don’t like a work of art or a book? What are your standards for a good picture or a good book? How do you know that something is good? What does the work … Continue reading

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Take the Blame

“She didn’t have anything nice to say about you,” my dad’s wife said to me. “But I told her that we’d always gotten along just fine and I didn’t have anything to say about things that had nothing to do with me.” “What’d she say to that?” I asked. I was 20. My dad’s wife … Continue reading