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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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Bears!

When I think of summer, I think of bears. Nearly every summer when I was a kid we’d visit Sequoia National Park, and every visit had its bear absurdities: Like the bear that broke into a nearby camper’s Volkswagen and … Continue reading

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Life Isn’t Fair!

I’d reached the sagely age of five and was going to school! Which was neato. But what was even neato-er was that I would finally get to cross the street by myself! I still remember the delicious terror of crossing … Continue reading

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The Wishing Map 81

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Note: To read The Wishing Map from the beginning, click here. The Wishing Map Chapter Eighteen: Spiffwits and Storysmiths (Continued) Previously: Upon learning that her brother had been kidnapped, Gina set off, with the help…

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My Scar Stories

Fun House of Pain My fingers have every reason to think I hate them. I cut more chunks out of them than I did any actual wood when I whittled as a kid. (“Note: Carve away from us, not towards … 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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My Scar Stories

Let the Scarring Begin! I have an impressive collection of scars, despite the fact that I’ve never played hockey or rugby. Yes, I’m clumsy. I’m not proud of that fact, I’m simply resigned to it. It’s been there from the … Continue reading

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