by Nancy—Age 34—Brecksville, OH My job? High school English teacher. Specifically, I teach regular and honors tenth-grade English, plus one section of creative writing. Most of us have survived high school, and we know what English teachers do—they assign essays, make kids read out loud, lecture endlessly about blah blah blah stuff, stuff like Transcendentalism, [...]
by Windy—Age 37—Phoenix, AZ As I packed my new scarf and gloves for this week’s trip to New York I thought back to how I got here. Ten years ago I got a job at Nordstrom in the jewelry department. I lived in Spokane, Washington, five hours away from Seattle and the only major city [...]
Sometimes, when I was seventeen, I almost wanted to cry as we hacked the nubs off the branch tips of the Scotch pine trees growing on the B— Christmas Tree Farm. I liked the raw physical nature of the work, but Heidi, Mr. B—’s beautiful, if tomboyish daughter, had a big crush on my cousin [...]
by Marianne—Age 48—Redwood City, CA I was once a researcher for the Philippine President’s Special Research Project. I had no idea what being a research assistant entailed. Since I was referred by an English teacher who frequently praised my writing, I thought I would get to write. My boss was RPP, a well-known graphic artist, [...]
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