“I am sure they’ll take you,” Annette had told me last spring. ”You have an even better background than I do for this sort of thing.” She was referring to the classes she taught at Miami University; not the big campus half an hour north of where we lived, but the local satellite campus in [...]
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I was very nearly drunk for the first time that night. I was at a wedding. Improbably, my girlfriend Lori, whom I’d met at Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp four years prior, was getting married. She was just a year older than me, having graduated last spring. I had driven to her house on the [...]
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Amazingly, my mother allowed me to drive out to see some of my camp girlfriends that fall. We lived in a triangle, the three of us, with my location being the most distant from the two of them. Lori lived about an hour southwest of Kristen, and she lived about three hours west of me. [...]
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I had always been insecure and compared myself with others. I still do that as an adult, and it is one of those things that I’d always wished I’d grown out of, but I never did. I cope with my insecurities better these days…I’ll hide away for a few days and not talk to people [...]
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This was the third summer I was going to attend Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp. This year was different; I wasn’t being sent away to keep me away from my brother. There was no alternative subtext to the joy I felt at spending two weeks in the western part of the state, far away from [...]
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The phone was ringing. In those days before the advent of Caller ID, you took your chances on who might be on the other end when you picked up the phone. These were also the days before cell phones, so the person on the other end could be calling for anyone in the house: me, [...]
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Dawn and I were working on a poetry book. Since the ensuing months had brought nothing from Rick Springfield and his “people” regarding my book, and all of our tour letters brought one letter to me from up and comer Corey Hart and one letter to Dawn from Rick’s bassist, Mike Seifrit, we decided to [...]
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