Walking to the store for my mom…

“Walking to the store for my mom was a common past-time of mine, starting as early as first grade. A note was written and change was handed over to me for cartons of cigarettes, stamps, milk, groceries, or whatever my little arms could carry.” Born and raised in northern California,…

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My piggy bank

“The little pink skeleton was small and cold and its flowers were made of four circles with a stem, like one doodles on paper when they don’t know how to make a distinguishable flower, like a rose or an iris. The brushed pink and blotted, purple flowers have never cracked…

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