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Her Body, Her Self: Part II 18

Her Body, Her Self: Part II

After her beloved grandmother’s death, the specifics of Jayne’s molestation, stifled for so long, pushed their way out. The resulting confluence of grief, shame, and bewilderment caused Jayne to shut down completely. She was unable to concentrate, unable to lead her team of three other Covenant Players, unable to serve...

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Her Body, Her Self 15

Her Body, Her Self

Holidays were the worst. During the holidays, the family gathered together in one house, so he gave up his bedroom for the guests. During the holidays, he slept on the couch in the living room. As a “big girl” little kid, she slept on the floor in the living room....

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The Twelve-Inch Scar 20

The Twelve-Inch Scar

Apologies to long-time readers: this post is a re-run from six years ago. I was ready to update the ending. ————————————————-   Eleven years ago, on January 17th, I made one of my students vomit. I hadn’t even assigned “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,” either. Rather than yacking up her lunch...

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One Hot Day 18

One Hot Day

Lawsy, it was hot. We’d weathered a memorable ride on a mini-bus (dolmus) to get there, a ride packed full of sweating bodies overlapping each other, a ride reeking of body odor, a ride without moving air to calm the overheated brain. Once we got off the mini-bus, we then...

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Taking Stock 22

Taking Stock

As one year ends, and a new one begins, it is tradition to slow down for a moment to take stock. Although I generally chafe at tradition, and although I tend to exhaust myself by taking stock every day of every year, I do like the notion of recording some...

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Merry Banana-mas to All, and May Your Pants Be Skin-Tight 16

Merry Banana-mas to All, and May Your Pants Be Skin-Tight

“I’ll have a banana split,” said the nondescript man in the Member’s Only jacket, placing his order. A banana split? For high school girls working the counter of Rimrock Mall’s Hipster Doogan ice cream and corn dog emporium, an order for a banana split was cause for excitement. Sure, we...

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Where I’m From 28

Where I’m From

A lesser daughter would have been mortified and fled down the corridor to stuff herself into the nearest locker, slamming the door and refusing to ever come out. A lesser daughter wouldn’t have stood there, hanging close, her face flushing red as she, too, fought back tears. A lesser daughter...

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That’s Right, Billy Joel: Here’s Another Fire You Didn’t Start 25

That’s Right, Billy Joel: Here’s Another Fire You Didn’t Start

Last night, I told my husband, “In case you were doubting my power or questioning my influence–and it’s the wise man who does neither–I have definitive evidence that I’m changing the world.” “Really?” he responded, cagily remaining neutral until he figured out what direction this announcement was headed. “You got...

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While I Still Don’t Look Like A Model, I Am Closing in on Hairy Old Grandma 24

While I Still Don’t Look Like A Model, I Am Closing in on Hairy Old Grandma

A group of girls–some of them my “best friends”–wrote this note and gave it to me in junior high. As much as the words still make my stomach hurt (do we ever lose touch with our 11-year-old selves?), and as much as I fall to my knees and thank the...

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Flushing the Queer Birds out of the Bushes 15

Flushing the Queer Birds out of the Bushes

She was built like a hobbit hut. Squat. Stout. Solidly constructed. Unlikely to tip over, even when besieged by orcs. Then she bent down to examine something on the path, and as the elastic waistband on her denim shorts stretched to its limits, the outline of her person both shrank...

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