No Life Guard On Duty
The summer of the yellow swimsuit she was ten and tall for her age. Skinny as a beanpole, her mother would say, in a way that always made her feel […]
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I Have My Mother’s Eyes
I always think about you on father’s day, how you didn’t get a chance to know your daddy. He died when you were just eight. Your few memories of him […]
Writing Down The Bones: My Tale of Anorexia and Redemption
It started when I was a thirteen year old high school freshman. I remember the exact day, in fact. I was in health class, taught by Mr. Carr, who was […]
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