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what I really think

Erik has anxiety problems to the point where he starts shaking if he has to use the phone. He has almost no social needs. In fact, he could go days without speaking to anyone, no problem. He needs me, he needs his dad, and he likes our friends but seems to have no need to… Read More »

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spring

Erik took a picture of the plum blossoms for me. 

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scones and eggs

I made some scones–the recipe was called Brown Bread Scones. They were definitely good, but not the best. One problem was that the recipe called for unsalted butter. We only had salted butter. So we used that and decided to compensate by not adding the salt into the recipe as called for–big mistake! They were… Read More »

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scoring #31

A paragraph is like a body, and the errors are wounds that need to heal. A paragraph is like a crown, and the errors are jewels that glow. A paragraph is like a container, and the errors are holes that let the meaning leak out.

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cleaning house

The plum tree in the middle of the apartment complex courtyard has bloomed. It’s very rainy here, and I like it. We’ve instituted a new policy in response to Erik’s blatant disregard for the need to close cabinets after opening them. Any time I find a cabinet open and close it, he owes me one… Read More »

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Field Mouse

by Erik Lundgren In a pasture, a man was resting atop a slab of granite like it really was his own bed at home. Long grass waved to and fro in front of his eyes. The sky was the deepest blue. He was a little bit afraid – he wasn’t sure whether to call if… Read More »

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cosmetic surgury

I was shocked when three students this semester wanted to write essays pro-cosmetic surgery. I think that having your body cut into, for any reason than health necessity, is disgusting. Also, cosmetic surgery is so expensive. It creates a larger gap between the rich and the poor. It’s a waste of money: how could looks… Read More »

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Ancient History

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Erik Lundgren the red barn passing through The red barn passing through my schoolbus window passes through a story. It’s a mission: nobody talks and they let me off. I scout the castle at the end of the lane. The dirt is bright, and I have rocks for the villains in the alfalfa.

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walk

I’ve been on my period for three months. Erik said, “That must be draining.” I’m sick of it and know why it’s happening. But I’m going to the doctor if it’s not done in… one more month. You hear that, uterus? We went for a walk before it started to rain in earnest, the route… Read More »

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Erik Lundgren Animals Can Talk I A deer had gotten his leg twisted in a barbed wire and tugged and tugged at it. A giant white gorilla, like a snow-covered hill within the forest’s edge, talked to the deer. Stars appeared, and he turned the stars into flapping snowbirds that the wind blew away into… Read More »