Between the ages of ten and fourteen, I attended a fundamentalist Christian sleep-away camp where my mother went when she was a girl. It was
For me, the center of my house was the kitchen. At first our kitchen was this dreadful afterthought of a growth hung onto the side
I am from the asphalt in my knees when I fell off my bike and also from rice krispie treats and Hawaiian punch at Bible
My mother had a real knack of embarrassing her children on a regular basis. She is and always has been a real piece of work.
One of my earliest body memories is when I was 6. My family was going away for the weekend with our friends. It was Labor
There is a pot on the stove, steam rising. A dry smell emits itself and the children ask, “What’s for dinner?” Potatoes and Chicken. Potatoes
Letter to my younger self Dear very young Danielle, Have fun and smile just as much as you used to but don’t be such a
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