Category Archives: Dysfunctional Childhood

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Keep your shoes on.

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I can’t remember it, but I believe it. Mrs. Bonfonti had been trying to convince me to put my shoes back on for several days. Every time I would come into her class, I would be wearing two shoes. But … Continue reading

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Childhood

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    We started a movie last night. As the first scene opened, I turned to Tim and said: Just remember, this is part of my childhood. By which I meant: This may be a stupid movie, but you better either … Continue reading

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childhood (is short)

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When I was a child, I was certain, so certain that although I was growing older, I would never age beyond childhood. That there would be a reset button somewhere (though my thoughts weren’t this sophisticated at the time), but … Continue reading

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Fat and skinny went to war…

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I was fat and they were thin. Life is very black and white when you are seven. I cannot remember a time when I felt that I really did fit in. When I was considered one of the gang. When … Continue reading

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What’s going on In the Playroom?

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Hmm. Photographs of children recreating the magic (that’s the imaginative childlike side of me speaking) of some of the most horrifying natural and man made disasters. The photographer, Jonathan Hobin’s  photography series In the Playground comes up hard against, while also … Continue reading

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The Faeries Are Back

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The faeries are back again. They say they’ve never been gone, but I’m sure that I haven’t seen them for more than five years. On my tenth birthday, I wished that they’d stop pestering me. I closed my eyes as … Continue reading

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Augusten Burroughs on adolescence

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“I really look at my childhood as being one giant rusty tuna can that I continue to recycle in many different shapes.” — Augusten Burroughs