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September 8, 2010 I once had a dream. I once had many dreams. Not while I slept but while I woke. These were...
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September 7, 2010 “Why is it that the sixth song on an album is always the best one?” Cyril Vienna asks, eyes fixed...
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September 3, 2010 I am my mother’s daughter, all bits and pieces, bone and fragment, fingertip and nail, although she is left-handed. I...
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September 2, 2010 Personal responsibility, like soccer and Nutella, isn’t really something that interests us Americans. Blaming others for our problems, on the...
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September 2, 2010 When I was in elementary school I received a Discman as a gift and couldn’t wait to make the trek...
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September 1, 2010 As I write this, my maternal grandmother is somewhere between nearly-dead and very-nearly-dead. My grandmother’s death won’t be a tragedy. ...
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