A Different Kind of Dream Catcher

I sleep with a voice recorder, a pen, and a slew of chewed up notebooks by my bed. I also sleep with a light on. I have nightmares. They vary in subject matter, intensity, plot, whether they succeed in their aim to terrify, but they're relentless. Sometimes I snap into reality, falsely thinking I'm awake, …

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How to Behead a Barbie with a Spoon and Other Life Lessons From Grandma

For the first six or so years of my life, my feet never touched the ground when I was with Margaret. We flew on her broomstick, in my mind, as she carried me around on her back. My mother sometimes had to remind my grandmother that my legs were in perfectly functional order and I …

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The Time I Learned German and Ruined the Fifth Grade Christmas Concert

At some point I should have stopped joining extracurricular activities. My track record as a member of fifth grade left much to desire. From the time I joined band and ruined everything to the dog poop incident of fifth grade that caused a bio-hazard and shut down my school, my prospects of ever being cool …

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The Time I Joined Fifth Grade Band and Ruined Everything

I was a weird kid. After the dog shit waffle-stomp incident of fifth grade in which I caused a bio-hazard, shut down my elementary school for a day and ruined some formative years (As my sister remembers, "That's the day I realized there were bad people in the world") I decided I needed an outlet. …

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Significant Mileage: My Mom’s 18-year Running Streak

BY ALLYSON MORIN At 4:44 a.m., my mom Beth’s alarm goes off for school.  Before she begins the 45-minute commute to her fifth grade classroom to work as a math teacher, she goes through her routine like clockwork.  She lets out the dogs, eats oatmeal, talks to her father on the phone, watches the news …

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