Essays
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Time stood still that day. A Polaroid moment I carry in the photo album of my mind, tucked between pages of dirty bare feet, watermelon seed spitting contests, fresh apple pie, government cheese, and lightning bug night lights. My sister and I were six and eight, and it had already been a hard year at…
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My hair is a bit provocative. In the course of a single day, it can draw both raving compliments and ugly criticism. It causes normal people to do weird things like try to pat a complete stranger. I’ve been sniffed, okay? A simple change of style can evoke feelings of betrayal. People look at me…