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Oct.22.2010
I never win anything; if I’d bet on the tortoise, the hare would have won. People hate to go to the race track with me. When I place a bet on a sure-fire winner, guaranteed to pay off, the horse comes up lame in the stretch.When I go to Vegas, I take in all the shows, because there’s this cloud...
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Oct.22.2010
I was a slow learner. I mean I was behind in reading compared to others - I do not know the explanation, but maybe whenever I was given a book with all those words, I tended to think of something else. I wasn't dyslexic - I just do not know what the problem was. However, I do remember having to sit...
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Oct.22.2010
Fatigue.
That's the word that stumped me in the Oakland Public Schools' spelling contest of 1956, when I was eleven and attending Lincoln School, near our home in Chinatown.
What kind of word is that to pose to a kid, anyway? No matter. Although I blew "fatigue," I won my school's...
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Oct.21.2010
Therese Guy
10-21-10
The Time I Won
My parents named me Therese after St. Therese, the little flower. I remember a quote from her writings, “Lord, if I cannot do great things let me do small things in a great way.” I had no artistic abilities, was of average athletic prowess, and suffered...
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Oct.21.2010
You know those sister plaques? The ones with sayings and quotes about how special, fabulous, and amazing it is to be somebody’s sister? I could clog the sink with the times I’ve wanted to throw up after reading one of those sickeningly sweet sister sentiments. I actually have one sister...
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Oct.21.2010
One of my favorite memories of my father was the autumn when I was 15 and living with my parents and five brothers and four sisters in the little town of Waverly, Ohio at the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. The trees that lined the narrow streets had all turned a brilliant...
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Oct.21.2010
I can't say that I've really won anything other than once many years ago on a warm spring afternoon. My gas tank empty I stopped at a convenience store/gas stop and stepped inside to buy a scratch off lottery ticket, as I usually would before I went home. Today however, since it was such a fine...
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Oct.21.2010
I will write about the time I won a scholarship to a writing school for one month at the Summer School of the Arts in Qu'Appelle Valley, instructed by Ken Mitchell of Regina, Saskatchewan.
During the qualifying interview, we sat in a dimmly lit room where he revealed scarry things about me and my...
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Oct.21.2010
The year was 1979. I was retained on a softball team with a bunch of guys who were weary of my complaints about their racist and anti-semitic jokes because I was too valuable to dump. Their idea of a good time was to regale each other on their extra-marital conquests while wives and kids sat at...
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Oct.21.2010
The Chinese restaurant danced with life as my classmates filled the room. We laughed as the candles flickered from the center table. Flames illuminated shadows on the rich red and fake gold walls. Dark figures cavorted with overlooking dragons as we finished our meal. It was the last time the...
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