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Identity

Before I entered high school, the longest I had stayed at any school consecutively was 2 years, but most typically I moved to a new school every year. I knew I had no power in the decision to move and … Continue reading

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Old Guy Staring Out the Open Window

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The Cornelius Hotel

I was quick to pack up my belongings and sleeping bag and vacate the apartment before anyone would come by to check. Because I valued the space, I was certain to maintain the illusion of a vacant apartment and I … Continue reading

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Fish Sticks Went Flying

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The Night the Oven Blew Me Across the Room

The house was always freezing. An ethereal draft continually ran though the house and up our spines. Although she never showed herself, we always expected to see “the lady” down the hallway or around the corner, which kept my muscles … Continue reading

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I Surveyed the Surroundings From My Horizontal Position

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The Epic Cherry Drop

The clear sky was so out of place for an Oregon spring day. My limited vision sanctioned only one small central circle in the entire cloudless skyscape.  The high frequency waves that made their way through the small opening to … Continue reading

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My Heart Tried Desperately to Come Up My Throat

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With Complete Trust My Eyes Fixed on His

So I guess I exaggerated when I said that no one in the neighborhood could outrun me, to my deepest annoyance and highest anxieties, Jerry could. There were so many times when I needed to run away from the one … Continue reading

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He laughed at me, in a best friend sort of way

We lived in some pretty shady places growing up, the cheapest housing always brings the poor, the addicted, the desperate and the hoards of children together. Not a great combination when you’re a kid. We subdivide our kids in standardized … Continue reading

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