Author: Pamie
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Unsent Love Letters: It’s Different at Sixteen.
I have to admit I almost stopped after the last entry of my unsent love letters. Maybe it’s because I can see how awkward fifteen was, with the repeated unrequited love, and my completely obvious lack of experience. I was able to laugh at myself. But sixteen. I don’t know. I kind of still remember…
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currently reading…
Rudolph Delson: Maynard and Jennica Malcolm Gladwell: What the Dog Saw: And Other Adventures Rebecca Skloot: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks Stieg Larsson: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo Elizabeth Gilbert: Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage Kathryn Stockett: The Help Phil Rosenthal: You’re Lucky You’re Funny: How Life Becomes a Sitcom
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“When all you wanted was to be wanted…”
I’m sad/relieved to tell you that we are rounding out the end of my essays/letters/diary entries from my fifteenth year. Actually, there are a few I didn’t share with you, mostly because they are way too listy or factual. I found a twelve-page essay about the time my Gifted class went to the Houston Fine…
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a few of these i’m trying to shift from “should read” to “did read.”
Imogen Edwards-Jones: Hotel Babylon David Cross: I Drink for a Reason Pamela Ribon: Going in Circles (copyedits) Margaret A. Salinger: Dream Catcher: A Memoir Malcolm Gladwell: What the Dog Saw: And Other Adventures Kate Chopin: The Awakening John Irving: Setting Free the Bears
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100 Bottles of Rain on My Soul, 100 Bottles of Rain! [5 Feb 91]
Someone recently asked me if I make up any portion of Little Pam’s letters. I told her that, sadly, I do not. The look of shock and pity on her face… I won’t forget that. So it’s probably a good thing I’ve gotten you accustomed to what I was like at fifteen before I found…
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moving up
Whenever someone from my non-derby life starts to ask me questions about my derby life, I inevitably immediately disappoint them. Quick aside: I feel the need to explain that once you join roller derby your life splits right in two. You have the life you know, the one with your friends and family and loved…
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chapters
All this rehashing of my high school years might be undoing years of therapy. I think I can safely blame Facebook for part of it. I’m new to it. Look, I had a Geocities account, whippersnappers. And I made it safely through both the Friendster and MySpace Administrations. But Facebook, that’s where you all are.…
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Little Pam Gets Personal
Oh, man. I don’t know what was going on with me the winter of my fifteenth year, but I was wrestling with some serious hormones. 20, Jan., 1991 Look at me. Look into my eyes. Let me look into you. Let me look beyond that mask you wear into your real feelings — your real…
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Notes from a “lump” of Houston Sheraton Town & Country Stationery, circa 1990 or 91
Just so you know, I got an email from 200-page boy, who got an email from one of you asking, “ARE YOU 200-PAGE LETTER DOUGLAS THAT PAMIE’S WRITING ABOUT?!?” Small, small world. He was writing to let me know that he does, indeed, still have that letter. My first book! (Speaking of books, the galleys…
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20, Nov., 1990
Let me start by saying I am appreciative of all the attention Little Pam has received. It’s not just the emails, the letters and poems you’ve unearthed and started posting on your own websites, or even the Facebook fan page someone started for LP (seriously), it’s this shared feeling of mortification and anxiety I’m causing.…