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  Jail Time

  

  By live4dance62, San Rafael, CA

  “9, 10.” Grant Hurley replaced the 145 lb. bar and stayed on the bench for a minute, breathing and thinking about how “big” he was getting. That was Grant’s plan. To get “big.” He had gotten into Williams early and planned to coast through the latter half of his senior year, clocki...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Rabbit Food

  

  By live4dance62, San Rafael, CA

  My stint as a raw vegan certainly had its highs and lows: the highs of euphoric clarity associated with my newfound worldview, and the lows, in which, quite literally, I collapsed to the ground, approaching the depths of malnutrition. What began as a not especially thoughtful subscription to the ev...
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  Four Writers in Search of a Story

  

  By live4dance62, San Rafael, CA

  Writers’s block plagues writers of all kinds: the seasoned professional working on his seventh bestseller, the freelance columnist funding her shoe obsession with lifestyle editorials, the college-bound high school student writing and rewriting to please his parents and teachers. Each faces a uni...
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  Mother of the Year

  

  By live4dance62, San Rafael, CA

  I am an expert parent. I have reared an entire houseful of children and they have all emerged squeaky clean and happy as clams. My children love me perpetually, but are independent enough to do things for themselves. They are capable and confident, but they consult with me for my expertise, which...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Green Can Mondays

  

  By live4dance62, San Rafael, CA

  My father demonstrates his OCD every day. In the morning, he climbs out of bed to wake his slumbering children. He first gets my brother Adam up at 6:25, then trots across the hallway to pull me out of bed at 6:30. “Emily, it's time to get uh-up.” The word “up” always has two syllables, w...
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  Scar Tissue

  

  By live4dance62, San Rafael, CA

  He fell into the category of those kids you know by name, but know nothing else about. When he sent out an all-school e-mail, I didn’t pay any special attention, nor did I analyze its contents in hopes of finding a window into his soul. Our paths didn’t cross at school. He, a mighty senior, a...