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Marceline, Molly, and Me

December 5, 1901. Chicago, Illinois. Undoubtedly wind gusted down streets, blowing a chill through the city. But the sun was shining...

Weight for It

The first time I identified as overweight may have been when Robert C and his friend Eddie, who had at least 30 pounds on me, started...

Crazy Classy

While I was studying abroad in London, my friend Amy decided she would visit with her friend, Olga. Amy has always been one to...

Three Theatrical Loves

Prelude to Hearing Some People Sing I saw my first Broadway production when I was 5 - Stephanie Mills in a revival of The Wiz.  But it...

Choosing a House

My mom did not want us to “waste our money” on an apartment. Which is why, for the first six months of our marriage, Jon and I lived with...

Too Much Cupcake

“What are you doing?” I asked blearily. It was 3 o’clock in the morning, and my boyfriend was crouching by the hotel room door, the light...

The Most Magical

“Look at the carousel,” Jon muttered at me through gritted teeth over Lily’s head. I glanced as surreptitiously as possible, and I saw...

Prom Princess

I was driven to my Junior Prom in a silver Acura MDX. Limos were astoundingly expensive - just thinking the word “prom” must have tacked...

Only Music Can

At the end of my junior year, we had elections for the following year’s choir officers. I cannot stress enough how much I loved choir,...

Band v. Choir

Marching band may or may not have been derived as some kind of military torture. Learning the music, the notes, and the dynamics well is...

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