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Dec.22.2009
"Meek young men grow up in libraries, believing it their duty to accept the views which Cicero, which Locke, which Bacon, have given, forgetful that Cicero, Locke, and Bacon were only young men in libraries, when they wrote these books." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
When you were a child, how...
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Dec.18.2009
At the age of nine I wanted more than anything to be Nancy Drew, girl detective, with her good looks and her mysteries to solve and her always-there-for-her chums and her convenient boyfriend, Ned, not to mention the yellow convertible that she drove with the wind in her hair. It seemed to me that...
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Dec.18.2009
When I Grow Up ...
At the age of nine I wanted more than anything to be Nancy Drew, girl detective, with her good looks and her mysteries to solve and her always-there-for-her chums and her convenient boyfriend, Ned, not to mention the yellow convertible that she drove with the wind in her hair. It...
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Dec.18.2009
Kid’s bangs blending with tall grass, we watched Them cross the lot, some stumbling already, brush Aside the door, entering a place that wanted No part of us. What went on in there? We wondered and wished we could know and better Than know. The red slab swung wide then slammed,And like the...
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Dec.18.2009
Golden Opportunity
When I was in elementary school I wanted to become a schoolteacher. In the sixth grade I was chosen out of my class to be a teacher’s aide and help out with the kindergarten children for the entire school year. It was one of the most memorable and...
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Dec.18.2009
When we were young and in love and tempted the existential fires of freedom, you proffered me a possibility. (Oh, you know who you were! Do not deny it!) Choose, you said. Choose the happy secure span of a mediocre artist destined as dust for oblivion, or choose to sweat an anonymous life, that...
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Dec.18.2009
I don’t have a memory of thinking, “when I grow up...” It often baffles me when young children and adults know exactly what they want and have a clear dream and are able to go after it. It’s great to see this; it’s just something quite foreign to me.
Growing up, I wanted to halt time, to make it...
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Dec.18.2009
Seeds appear to vanish into the earth and reappear. But do plants bloom forever with succulent youth?
Such thoughts took up a large part of my childhood and adolescent years. What happens to withered skin and cataract eyes? Is growing up of any consequence even if you grow up to be something? You...
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Dec.18.2009
Way back when I was eight and a regular contributor of short stories, bad poetry and letters to dear old aunt Dolly's page in the SF Chronicle, among other things, I dreamed of being the girl reporter who circled the world. It was reinforced by the time our small town high school initiated a...
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Dec.18.2009
I still catch myself staring up at the sky, especially at night. I can name the constellations quickly, can pinpoint the Northern Star at a moment’s glance and know that the bright orb just off the horizon is a planet, not a star. Most likely, it is Jupiter from where I’m standing. I’m a...
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