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mrs. kemp

There was a lady in the library I went to as a kid. Mrs. Kemp. She had pale red hair that looked like it might have been colored over its natural shade, to blend something out, maybe whites or grays, or maybe hadn’t. My grandfather was a barber and my grandmother was a beautician so […]

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sorry text in pieces of white paper

the wrong apology

You can always tell whether someone is apologizing for their own behavior.  When people are apologizing for their behavior, their apology starts with “I’m sorry I….”  When they aren’t, the apology starts with “I’m sorry YOU….” “I’m sorry there’s something wrong with YOU that I have no responsibility for.” It’s a faux apology.  My parents […]

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daisy the pony

daisy

I used to ride my bike three miles to ride a pony at a gas station/general store that also had ponies. The name of the pony I rode was Daisy and she liked to bite. I still loved her. I think the people there made other people pay to ride the ponies but they let […]

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so many secrets

There were so many secrets in my family growing up. Every time we went to see my grandparents I got sat down and told what I was not allowed to talk about. The “secrets.” Some things were simple: “Don’t tell the grandparents you just got this gift. They are giving you the same gift. Pretend […]

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my new orleans

    I’m thinking about New Orleans.   My favorite “New Awleen” heels, suede high heels that were purple and green and gold suede parrot shoes that everyone knew were my Mardis Gras shoes. About skies that have partial clouds passing overhead and you are in sunlight and then in rain and then in hot sunlight […]

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liar liar

    When I was a kid growing up, adults said things to my parents like, “Oh your little girl is so pretty.” Or, “Oh, your little girl is so smart.” I just thought that’s what adults say to be polite.     Adults are total liars. Any kid knows this. They say food is […]

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