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Sunday, May 07, 2006a love story, part threeHere I am, 36 years old and walking thorough the house I left half my life ago. Stop, don't judge me yet, I had a good reason to leave. My father kicked the shit out of my mother for the 42nd time - to my knowledge - and my mother loved him regardless. That day was no different. But that day, the day after my high school graduation, he got me. And my mother loved him regardless. I packed a bag, got in my car, left that town where everyone knew what was happening and pretended that if you went to church on Sunday, all was forgiven, and never went back. Not until today. My brother arrives tomorrow for the funeral. I'm thinking about leaving today.I spent the afternoon and night going through the house. Family photos lined the tabletops and hallway walls, but they, too, were the same as I last saw. Pictures of Mom, Dad, and kids. My brother was always big; tall and slightly thick through the middle. I have seen him once in my years since high school, and he looked the same then as he does smiling in these pictures. I, too, was smiling in the photos. Considering it was a time of youthfulness when all you needed was mascara and some chapstick to be gorgeous. [part i, ii, iii, iv, v, and vi.] posted by jessica at 5:09 AM -
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The Sneetches by Dr. Seuss. This is one of my absolute favorite stories. Focusing on prejudice, it demonstrates the silliness of segregating people based on categories (race, religion, gender, etc). The story's strength is that it shows just how arbitrary these categories are.
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