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My mother used to say she didn’t know how she’d birthed me. I’m not sure if she meant it as a complaint or a compliment — this strange, feral, overly-sensitive boy who kept disappearing into the woods behind the dilapidated trailer, who couldn’t seem to stay clothed if no one was watching, who wept at…
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Sobremesa Author’s Note: I thought a bit of humor may be in order during these crazy times. Brief and fun. Let me tell you about the sixteen-foot concrete walls. I was maybe thirteen years old, standing at the edge of the Church of God youth camp pool in my ragged cutoff blue jeans—because we did…