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Dad's Cricket Cage
When Dad needed the cage for its intended use, he often had to ask me where it was or holler at me to empty it of my captive creatures.
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Soggy Hot Days in the Maize
The most important accommodation we lacked was a toilet. We had to relieve ourselves in the corn field.
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Poor Us: The Story of Our Broke Days
I still remember when I handed the lady my WIC application, and she asked what income we had besides my work-study job and grant, and I answered…
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Dear Woodland Creatures
I Love You, But Piss Off
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Bullying the Brainiac
I remember having a fun conversation with a notoriously strict high school English teacher over the appropriate past tense of the word “shit.”
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Dogs I Loved, Feared, and Tolerated
Why I Am Not Really a Dog Person
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Stranded on the River
At one point, we noticed a house perched high above us in an area where the bank was steep. All four of us yelled, “Help,” as we floated past, feeling…
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