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My life has been one long and, seemingly, endless effort to make thin, fine hair thicker and fuller, an evolution from baby bald to big girl curl. It’s basically been a bad hair life, one I’ve tried to rewrite in pixies and perms, bobs and barrettes. Hope … Continue reading
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My access to the past feels broken these days—not a good development when one is writing a memoir—so it’s especially important that my “Rumble with the Tumble” in paper and paint continue. (To read chapter 1 of my memoir, click here … Continue reading
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I feel like a detective, trying to investigate my own life—piecing and pasting parts of my past together—hoping to reassemble some sense of story that makes meaning from the fragments—photos, journal entries, newspaper clippings, family stories. It’s an agonizingly slow … Continue reading
I’ve been dreaming for months now about being lost, unable to find my way home, wandering along highways—overpasses and underpasses that wind in and around urban areas—streets that make no geographical sense to me. In these dreams, I’m disoriented, unable … Continue reading
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When I was young, I never imagined turning 50. I never wondered what it would be like, how I would feel, who I would be. Now, however, I’ve arrived at this most monumental of mid-life birthdays. Today I actually turn … Continue reading
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I couldn’t have been more than three or four, when my paternal grandmother, “Kimmy,” as we called her, would bundle me in a red cardigan she herself had knit, slip on my newly polished but inevitably scuffed up saddle shoes, and lead … Continue reading
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In my dreams of Pittsburgh these days, I am always lost. Night after night, I wander the same streets and have some variation of the same experience. Inevitably, I’m lost. Invariably, I search—always trying to find my way back to my parent’s … Continue reading
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I’ve always been a bit of an overachiever, reaching above and beyond, grasping after what someone less ambitious might ignore. Sometimes it’s a blessing. Other times, a curse. In either case, a duty to be dealt with. Winning was what … Continue reading
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My love affair with school started early on. In fact, the infatuation was already firmly established by the time I enrolled in kindergarten and may well have begun when I was merely a toddler attending Sunday school. I simply adored … Continue reading
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Memory is messy. It’s unkind, unfair, and more often than not, memory fails us. We count on it to tell us who we are and where we’ve been. We use it predict what’s next—as a foundation for projecting ourselves into … Continue reading
Kathryn McCullough
Sara (Kathy's partner)
