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I'm a twentysomething MFA grad enjoying life in a state of flux, dreaming of Paris and San Francisco while loving the warm summer evenings in North Carolina. I'm a little irreverent, a little mercurial, with an uncanny knack for putting my foot in my mouth.
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Tag Archives: childhood
From My Mother’s Journal, 1986-1988 in Snippets
* Just notes so I won’t forget
7-86…Daddy was laid off
9-86…Mommy went to work for 3 mos. while Daddy stayed with you
12-86…We sold our house, bought a 2/BR mobile home and moved to Marshall, about 12 mi out of Ripley, WV, Jackson County. Just takes about 20 min. to get to Granny’s in [...]
From My Mother’s Journal, or Why Kitchens Shouldn’t Have Carpet
April 10, 1984
You somehow opened a bottle of vinegar and poured half of it out on kitchen carpet. Boy, it almost knocked me out. How you opened it, I don’t know.
Rocket Launches and Orange Trees
Lately, instead of renting movies we’ve been watching ones we own and haven’t seen in a while (imagine that). Last night, we cracked out Apollo 13, and I must say, even though I’ve seen it probably about a dozen times—my parents bought it on VHS, and I was an only child, so I tended to [...]
From My Mother’s Journal, May 8, 1984
(just over one year)
Lora told us she and David were planning on moving back to live with their mother in Colorado. I know you’ll miss having a brother and sister here. I imagine it will be lonely for you, being the only child, but we’ll try to love you enough.
From My Mother’s Journal, April 26, 1984
(almost one year)
Haven’t written much for a few days. You are getting sweeter every day. Your personality is beginning to take shape. Just as the American Baby Magazine said, you are becoming more and more attached to your Dad. When he comes home at night, you say, “Da, da, da, da,” with your arms outstretched. [...]
Erin Bond and the Case of the Curious Check
Since the age of seven, I adored Nancy Drew—she was smart, independent, well-mannered. She drove a Mustang and always managed to outsmart all those dumb people trying to get away with theft, or murder, or any variety of misbehavior. She always knew where the secret passageways were. I devoured every new mystery that came out, [...]
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