In fifth grade, I had an admirer named Norman. I didn’t encourage him. For Valentine’s Day, he put a cheap necklace from the toy store into the envelope of my valentine, and I knew I was in trouble. Since he had gifted me with jewelry, Norman assumed we were an item, going steady, boyfriend/girlfriend, or… Read More
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Of all the people in our family, my mother was one of the least competitive. She loved to talk, but she seldom bragged or tried to one-up her friends. It seems ironic to look back and realize that my mom was the only one of the family to win a blue ribbon at the LA… Read More
