I have a talent, it seems, for filling up the little spaces in conversation with all the words you never say in polite company. When Eli was a 3rd grader, his school district went all “scorched-earth” on the subject of unhealthy foods. We found out about it on Back-to-School night—you know, the night you rush […]
Continue reading...19 March 2014
In high school, my Spanish teacher teased me incessantly about my shoes—more specifically, the lack thereof. Every time I saw him, he’d pause with a grin on his face, shake his head a little in admonition and say, “¿Senorita Quan, dónde están sus zapatos?” It’s not that I didn’t have any shoes, it’s just that […]
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23 March 2014
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