Tag: Little Pam
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1 Oct. 1990
So I found this stack of letters I never sent from twenty years ago that appear to chronicle a month-long, rather one-sided relationship I had with a boy who may or may not have ever known that I thought I was in love with him. This would be a good segue to explain why I…
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Just Another Sunday Night (with Cat and Pamie and Pamie’s Mom)
Cat Davis thought she’d be so funny doing a dramatic reading of my first short story. …And then this happened. (Sorry about the hat. I was trying something out. Won’t happen again.)
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my archived heart.
Looking through a high school yearbook from 1991. Turns out I was quoted on the “Valentine’s Day” page. Of course, if you happened to be in the unfortunate position of being, well, unattached, then Valentine’s Day can be a little depressing. Pam Ribon describes the occasion this way: “Valentine’s Day is a cess-pool of a…
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smaller world.
Aw, Ragan! Sniff! At work! Ragan has no idea how much of an influence he was on me in high school, even though we only had a short time together. First of all, I remember him in Noises Off, and I remember seeing him and thinking, “That boy and I; we are gonna be friends.”…
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do you want to know a secret?
I just wrote three hundred words of the next novel, so you know it’s time to procrastinate with so many more words over here. Because it’s easier, okay? Leave me alone! I’m trying to be an artist! So. The Festival of Books. Yeah, yeah. I know. It was a month ago. Let me see if…
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staying cool below the mason-dixon line.
A memory flashed into my head this morning as I grabbed a bottle of seltzer for the road. [We now have bottles of seltzer in our refrigerator because stee went through a non-alcoholic phase a couple of months ago, and what has lingered is his love for bizarre bottles of juices and flavored waters. Consequently,…
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my husband is funny.
But he thinks I’m hilarious. I should never have let him see my memory book.