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A Giddy Thing
We had started going to the gym together. Since both of us had to work all day, we knew our best bet for consistent exercise would be to leave very early in the morning. Most mornings around 5:30, he met me outside my room and we would walk the mile to the gym in the freezing dark. We’d talk about where we came from—for him, Minnesota. For me, Mississippi. We’d talk about old relationships....
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To Remember What I Forgot
When I moved to Boston, I moved into a house with six musicians and two visual artists. My friend Chad had a lathe in the basement and a small sculptor’s studio. My friend Kate kept the top floor filled with sketches. My boyfriend had a small carpenter’s space in the basement beside Chad’s lathe that was always full of wood shavings. All over the four-story house were guitars and keyboards....
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Be Chopping a Carrot
I am neither a venture capitalist nor one of those stockbroker potentates from old black and white films with names like Moneybags or Pennyworth, perpetually holding three phones in their hands screaming “Buy! Sell! Buy! Sell!” Nevertheless, I am sitting in my bed with two laptop computers open before me. And it makes me feel a little ridiculous. In my lap is the standard gray Toshiba that my school....
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The Tenth Leper
If you grow up in the South, you learn to write thank-you notes. You write thank-you notes for kind gifts. You write thank-you notes for kind words. You write thank-you notes for kind thank-you notes people send to you. It’s a vicious circle of gratitude, but I suppose there are worse circles to be caught up in, and plenty that don’t provide one with an excuse to keep a ready supply of handmade stationery in reserve....
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Of a Higher Degree
When I was in eighth grade, my mother gave my grandfather a book called Grandfather Remembers to give to me as a Christmas present. It was formatted along the lines of your average baby book, with blank spaces for our family tree and stories about his ancestors as well as guided blank pages for recollections of his first car, his first job, his favorite meals and holidays, as well as his marriage and children....
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Issue 72
Memoir by Lauren Winner, Poetry by James Harpur, Art by Guy Chase and Adrian Wiszniewski
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