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How I Launched My Career (at Age 12)

My Real Memoir It had looked, when I was in 5th grade, like I might be heading for an art career in Japan. But then I’d gotten tsumetai ashi (cold feet). Not only because I wasn’t sure I would like … Continue reading

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Confessions of an 8-Year-Old Prankster

Photo credit: The Lady My Real Memoir One of the advantages of living on a busy street (ours was the main route through the neighborhood) is that there’s a never-ending supply of drivers in need of something to liven up … Continue reading

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If Adventure Has a Name…

Photo credits: Old Chum and The Life of Animals  My Real Memoir I was born for adventure. I know that sounds a tad over-the-top, and maybe it was just my age. But from early on all of my favorite stories … Continue reading

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Shakespeare on Roller Skates

Summer Memories Summer! During our pre-teen years (definition: we liked girls but didn’t know what to do with them), if we couldn’t be in the water, we were on wheels, going as fast as we could to stay cool–not that … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

The Mother of All Calamities When I hit 13, I was old enough to go on YMCA Caravans, cross-country trips in which two leaders and a dozen barely-teen boys would pile into a van and head for parts semi-known. My … Continue reading

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The Problem with Boys

I don’t believe there’s a single fix-all solution to America’s “gun problem.” I do believe gun sales need to be better monitored; that semi-automatic rifles should require even more tightly-controlled licensing (perhaps the NRA can help with this process, rather … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

The Mother of All Calamities When I hit 13, I was old enough to go on a YMCA Caravan. Caravans were cross-country trips in which two leaders and a dozen barely-teen boys would pile into a van and head for … Continue reading

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