Her Hands

She holds her thumbs inside each fist to hide the scabby nubs.  The moist environment of her hands squeezed tight hosts the spread of the tiny warts that bubble tentatively alongside her nail bed and lower lip.  Her hands always seem to be in need of a wash; dirt and paint hide wherever they can …

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Teen Beat

  At the peak, there were two US Postal bins of letters stacked on my porch every day for a week.  It peaked and waned - but I was getting letters for years after I posted the ad in Teen Beat's penpal section. At twelve years old, I was writing a wide variety of people from all …

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1980 – I Don’t Do Parades (Unless I’m In It)

I was eight years old when my family made the move from Louisville, Kentucky to New York for my father's job.  We had moved quite a bit, but this one was traumatic for all of us. Even though White Plains was an upscale suburb, my parents, not sure what the public schools would be like, …

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