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Learn another language - slam a door

I taught myself to slam doors as a second language. I picked up a bit of it when I was a teenager, but I attained fluency after I got married. 541 more words

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Mother's Day: In praise of benign neglect

My mother breathed for me until I could breathe on my own, though apparently after I reluctantly squeezed through the channel into the outside world, I needed a slap on the bottom to start doing things on my own. 611 more words

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Slices of my heart: In the year I died

We rent a third-floor apartment and drink coffee from mismatched cups. The coffee pot costs  fifteen dollars. It is temporary. We must make do; we are temporary too. 400 more words

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Mismatched memories

The house we do most of our living in sits across from the smartest block in our city. The north side of the smarty-pants block hosts an elementary school, the northwest corner lends its land to a charter school, and the south side carries a middle school on its back. 812 more words

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Whispers of Jimmy and Darla: part 3

When mother whispered her secrets to me as a child or spoke them aloud when I was grown, she told the stories plain. This is path I went down, she said, and after that, I went this way. 1,086 more words

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Whispers of Jimmy and Darla: part 2

Before Darla’s birth, mother had been unable to contribute any money to Aunt Peg’s household, so after the birth, mother joined grandmother cleaning offices at night. 837 more words

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Whispers of Jimmy and Darla: part 1

Whispers

Jimmy and Darla were one of the stories mother told when my father was not at home. I don’t remember when she first told me about them. 1,097 more words

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