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Bob Penny, voted Most Self-Absorbed Hunk by a committee of me, said, I am in my big-boob period, as he pretended to swoon over Lisa Belia. I took his remark to be of the making-me-jealous variety. I didn’t even have to pretend to ignore it, because I was in love with you.
By J. W. MajorAugust 1996Licking your plate, listening to screams echoing up the stairwell, entertaining yourself
By Our ReadersAugust 1996When I was eleven or twelve, I used to go deer hunting with my father. He would wake me before dawn on cold, crisp October days, and we would dress silently in the dim glow of a night light, not wanting to awaken the rest of the house.
By Mark A. BurchJuly 1996All day long, on that day in the sixth grade when my life changed forever and the world became a better place, everything had been smelling and tasting like overcooked eggs.
By Edward AllenJune 1996My mother’s hair turned in two weeks from chestnut, as she called it, to shocking white. “I am shocking white,” she said that morning when I came into the kitchen, awakened by the smell of toast.
By Heather SellersApril 1996Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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