Tag: Growing up
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Inside and Out
In the fourth grade, Dominick Montalero threw an uneaten chili dog at me. To be fair, “I” might not have been his target, but he lobbed it, hard, over the fence where we played kickball. My best friend Meghan and I had been taunting the boys. We had big, fourth grader crushes on a pair…
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Houses and Homes
I’ve lived in seven, or, eight, or nine apartments, houses, abodes, since I left Berkshire Court in Isla Vista (left, then returned to, but I say left for now). I’ll count them, now, on paper, because when I try to count them in my head I start remembering the details of each, I lose track…
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Comings & Goings
I find myself in a Starbucks in Annapolis, Maryland, it’s the capital, which I remember because it’s one of the capitals in the 5th grade States & Capitals deck that is not the city you’d expect. Salem, Oregon. Lansing, Michigan. Carson City, Nevada. Olympia, Washington. But I’d no less expect to be in Baltimore than…
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The Last Bit
Mom must have trained us, when we were younger. I can’t think of another explanation. It started with the outdoor pots. There were some saguaro palms, a pot of succulents, hydrangeas, and the forgotten pot of herbs. There were baby citrus trees, to be planted in the orchard come summer. There were pots below the…
Sophia Steffens 