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I sat one afternoon sipping coffee as usual. I buried my nose into a book devoted to providing the most intimate details of the life of one of my personal favorite icons, Audrey Hepburn. I asked myself the question, “If I were no longer living, what would they write about me?” Do I have a story to tell? I began coming up with what I believed would make an interesting story about myself for someone else to enjoy while sipping their afternoon coffee. I realized without doubt that I was not Audrey… Continue

It was customary at Grant Elementary School that after every school program, the next day would bring a critique session in music class as we watched the video of our prior evening’s production of …. Whatever it was we had performed. I was in the Sixth grade. I was tall, awkward and hideous as most pre-teen children are with big teeth, sweaty armpits that hadn’t been tamed with deodorant and a case of “know it all citus” that bore great strength over anyone who came up against it.

Each year, th… Continue