Category: Childhood

Camp Mini-Yo-We

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

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My Kitchen

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

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Mom

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.

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Why I don’t sew

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

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Potatoes

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

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Dear Younger Self

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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