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Something Happens

I navigated the turbulent waters of high school with my head down and my guard up. I was poor. Most of my clothes were old hand-me-downs from a cousin. Despite my best efforts, I could never fit in—whatever the hell that was supposed to mean in 1991. Instead, I...

Good-bye

My maternal grandmother, Jean, passed away about an hour ago. She was a strong woman. After raising five daughters and helping my grandfather build his own successful business, she became a widow at the young age of fifty. When my grandfather passed away, she sold his...