Former Career Fire and EMS Lieutenant-Specialist, Writer, and Master Photographer.
Tag: Childhood Home
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“There are moments in a girl’s life when the walls around her feel too tight, no matter how much space there actually is—when she has outgrown the people, the job, or the place without meaning to. It’s not about height or weight or how she looks in the mirror. It’s the quiet awareness that she…
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I am sitting on the edge of my childhood bed, the same twin bed I slept in decades ago. The house is quiet aside from the low hum of cars passing and the soft strains of Pearl Jam’s Ten album playing on my phone. I’ve got the window cracked open—just like I used to—and I…
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There are places in this world that never quite let you go, no matter how many years pass, no matter how far your life carries you away. For me, that place has always been Stamford, New York—the small town where I grew up, where this chapter of my story began sometime in 1987, long before…
