Nanny and Nanny’s Daddy

p>Nanny is my grandmother. Daddy is her husband, my grandfather. One day, years ago, Nanny and Daddy were out looking for the Winter Carnival

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The Bully

The fear of you haunted my every day. Fear of your fist—a slap or punch— there was no difference between the actual and the dread.

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Bill’s Menagerie

I spent two summers semi-underground in Saint Paul. I worked in a corner of a municipal building’s warehouse near the Mississippi River. It was,

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End of the Line

Take the bus? Sure, I can take the bus. Moving to Saint Paul from a small southern Minnesotan town in 1976 was thrilling. I was nineteen years

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XXX Searle

A chunk of snow falls while my grandma Dorothy Marie Miller Wick Rangitsch Hayes stares out the window. She is eighty-nine years old and lives in

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