There was once an old caterpillar who lived on a leaf that grew from a basswood tree, and one morning, he woke up on the ground. He rolled over, clumps of dirt clung to his setae, and he quickly
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EATING Anorexia and bulimia were not in the popular lexicon of 1958. It was the year I turned thirteen. The turbulence of childhood morphed into all-out warfare as the struggles with my mother escalated. Being a housewife and a
In fields of green, where life does sway, I find myself amidst the play, The grass beneath my weary feet, Whispers secrets, gentle and sweet. Oh, the grass, so much like me, Bending with the wind, wild and free,
Florida. My home. I think of Florida every time I see a snowflake fall from the Connecticut sky. I think of Florida every time I hear a classmate complain about the New England heat. I think of Florida every
Hanging out with friends, laughing and playing around. No one would think that something was wrong, because no one would know about the journey that she was going through. Someone with a healthy-looking face, and a well-exercised body wouldn’t
Everybody has a hot dog story. My story starts at a little shack down on the Connecticut River. They called this shack a restaurant, although with the militant rats rampaging, the grease coating the ceiling, and no running dishwasher,
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