by Lynn — Age 49 — Columbia, MD
My first grown-up job, the first one I found in the classifieds and interviewed for, was working behind the counter at a deli/fast food place. At the time, I didn’t realize that any half-way decent looking chick would have been hired, just as I was, on the spot. […]
>>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 present.
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>>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 and […]
>>The prompt: 400-word autobiography
It was always cloudy in my town. Some people get a headache when it’s about to rain—those people would have a headache all day. When it did rain, the green was electric and the flowers (lilac, forsythia, heather) would spring at you like wild cats. Winters were icy, locked-in, white and grey. […]
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