>>The prompt: 400-word autobiography Once upon a time, there was a meticulous land of milk and honey where even discarded gum on sidewalks and weeds climbing through cracks added intractably to the pervading sense of perfection. Dirt was wholesome, and injury tickled. Into this land I was born—an experience that was truly beautiful for all [...]
>>The prompt: 400-word autobiography In our family we went to Mass every Sunday. My mother took all the commandments of the Church seriously, so attendance was not voluntary. Even if we were far from home, camping somewhere, or visiting friends out of town, when Sunday morning came, Mom would collect us from our disparate activities [...]
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