After decades of gleaning my own identity from the contentment of my family members, life was suddenly all about me.
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The summer I tried smoking
I wasn’t a smoker, but I’d seen other drivers looking so relaxed in their cars, one hand dangling casually out the window, a cigarette clamped between two fingers.
Near death of a teenage saleswoman
School’s out, so teenagers everywhere are prowling the streets and message boards, looking for summer jobs.
Try, try again … and then try some more
In the windblown cockpit, my battered self-confidence finally gave way. I felt unable to try anymore. In all my unsuccessful attempts to be useful, I’d rendered myself useLESS.
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets