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Daydreaming about Heaven
Creative Nonfiction Essay Summer, 2017 “Don’t fall out,” Pops cautioned. I giggled, reaching out to let my hand brush over the leaves as we rumbled past the trees that framed the dirt road. I hung out the window with one hand holding on to the inside of Pops’ old work truck. We called it Ol’…
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Saying Yes
I remember being six years old and asking my mom what smile wrinkles were as we sat on the couch together. She was reading aloud to me and my sister, an adventure about a girl with a sketchbook and a grumpy uncle and wild stagecoach ride. One of the characters was described as having “smile…
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Til We Are Brave 