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elm dance

“You look like you’re doing the elm dance,” Ming said. “Elm dance?” I asked.  “What’s that?” “Elm dance!” he said, moving his arms in the air like I was. “I don’t know what an elm tree looks like,” I said.  “Is this an elm tree?” We were at the park.  I pointed to the tree… Read More »

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traumatic brain injury

“Is it ok if I like Traumatic Brain Injury people more than I like non-Traumatic Brain Injury people?” I asked Ming. “Yes,” he said. I love asking Ming ridiculous questions, and he is so good at answering them. “Good, because I like you best of all!” I said. the wall There’s genes, there’s brain waves,… Read More »

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I love you, tree

“Man, that’s the best ice cream,” I told Ming on our trike ride. “It’s ice cream’s ice cream. When ice cream goes to the ice cream shop, that’s what it orders.” I was talking about the chocolate ice cream from Trader Joe’s, velvety like fudgesicles. He’s out watering the garden. When we got home, I… Read More »