Personal narrative essays that invite the reader to watch the reels of film that are constantly rolling on a screen in my brain.
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The Vietnam Experience or Coloring on a Tabula Rasa
Dr. Frazier (Terry, in green shirt) hand-pedaling in 2020 If I was born a blank slate , it did not take long for the world to write the w...
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I knew where Dad kept the pistol. I was seven years old. His old reporter’s desk in the basement had some secrets. You know th...
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“How did the two of you meet?” asked the social worker. She was conducting a home study that would determine if we were fit to adopt a ch...
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Dr. Frazier (Terry, in green shirt) hand-pedaling in 2020 If I was born a blank slate , it did not take long for the world to write the w...