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My obsession with jumping off of high places started when I was three years old. The apparatus was a typical bunk bed. The technique was amateurish, and involved a lot of flailing about. The reason was… well… actually it was an accident; the kind of accident that happens when you are supposed to be napping, [...]
A couple days after Christmas, my family and I delivered some gifts to a needy household in Calgary.
Arrangments had been made with the parents but were apparently forgotten, as our arrival seemed inconvenient if not annoying.
This poem is for the sweet little girl we met there. It was two minutes that will not [...]
My mother wonders if I may be constipated. I don’t know exactly what causes this curiosity; she’s asked me about it regularly even before she became a nurse. All I know is that it has plagued me most of my life.
I know she changed my diapers, but I believe there is a time [...]
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