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, , becca August 4, 2016

Unanswerable

Dear Friend, Letters are the only way I can talk to you now. For six months I’ve tried to write about you, about what you have meant to me all the years of my life since I was seven. I’ve tried to write about your illness. Your cancer was such a bully. I don’t know
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, , , becca April 19, 2016

Long, long ago…

I just had occasion to remember something. When I was in 7th grade, (can you, reader, already feel the tension mounting? the horror building?) I had a co-ed PE class. (Now? Now can you feel it, reader?) The end. Just kidding. But I really did have a 7th grade co-ed PE class. One for which
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, , , , , becca January 7, 2015

Crazy-Amazing

Some days you want to forget, you hear me? And then there are days like yesterday. I never want to forget yesterday. Because Amazing, is why. So I got called down to the principal’s office, which is usually a good thing, but somehow it still has the power to make me a little nervous. (Full
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, , , , , , becca November 18, 2014

Twenty-Five Years Ago Today

Five years ago today, I posted this. I’m reposting it now because reasons. Mainly that I was thinking about it this morning and so I shared it with my English classes. I cried when I read it to them – not for sadness, but because my heart was leaking love for all the people in
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, , , becca May 9, 2014

I Was Never Abandoned

My parents never left me anywhere. Once upon the late seventies, a two-car, two-family caravan mixup resulted in leaving my cousin Rebecca (not to be confused with my sister Becky or, you know, me) at Peking on Fresh Pond (a restaurant where they left the head on the fish, ack) in the environs of Boston,
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, becca September 7, 2013

Zoom

<<<<<<<<<ZOOM August happened. ZOOM>>>>>>>> (know what I mean?)
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, becca July 23, 2013

Remain Unnamed

Years ago, I used to see her always: Cook things at her house. Help her fold her laundry. Once we made sweet bread — Zucchini or banana, I don’t remember. It hardly matters now. When we pulled it from the oven And sliced it hot and crumbling, She spread the slices with butter. It’s never
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, becca August 29, 2012

To the Moon

Guys. Look at this. It is so cool. This is the speech that President Nixon had his speech-writer (William Safire) prepare in case the Apollo 11 mission (that’s Armstrong on the moon, children) had failed. I got it here. I’d never really considered the fact that if Neil and Buzz couldn’t get the rockets to
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