September 8, 2010
The thing about growing up under inappropriate circumstances is that often, you don’t realize you did.
When I was nine or ten a friend and I, not to be discouraged upon finding her Mom’s stash empty, tried to smoke oregano. We did not get high. We did feel slightly more italian. I [...]
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August 23, 2010
Our youngest ate a lot of pickles that summer. The big, refrigerated kind that, when eaten by a toddler her age, take up the whole fist. She was eating one then, sitting in her portable booster seat, strapped to the folding chair inside the screen tent that we never did close the sides [...]
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