Monthly Archives: November 2010

Helping Hands

My parents taught me by example to offer assistance whenever someone needed it and we were able to give it. They also taught me that doing good should be its own reward and not to expect (or sometimes accept) any … Continue reading

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What They Needed

It was a beautiful afternoon as my dad and I returned home during my summer between sixth and seventh grade. When we turned on our street, we noticed a car parked just off the asphalt. A man and his daughter were … Continue reading

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That First Thanksgiving

My dad is fond of saying, “Eccentricity runs in your mother’s family.” This is never more obvious than at Thanksgiving when our family gathering rotates between my parents’ house and my two uncles’ (on Mom’s side) houses. The discussions are … Continue reading

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The Breaking Point

I’ve had my fair share of relationships (some would argue I’ve had more than my fair share). Most of them ended even though I didn’t want them to, which is really just a way of saying I got dumped more … Continue reading

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The Way it Wasn’t

As graduation loomed nearer and the reality of the end sunk in, many in the Class of ’91 abruptly (and radically) altered their habits. For the most part, social structures and standings faded and the soon to graduate seniors interacted … Continue reading

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Men Are Scum

It was an ordinary day at Northeast High School. The second bell between classes was about to ring and all the students rushed to make it to class before it did. Well, all but one. As other students darted around … Continue reading

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How I Got the Worst Nickname of My Life

There’s a certain card game that I have difficulty with. It’s not the game itself that bothers me, in fact, I actually enjoy playing it (at least when I remember I don’t actually hate it). The problem stems from only … Continue reading

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