Childhood

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  • This is not my beautiful house

    We go back to old homes to reinhabit past selves. We don't own them anymore, but they belong to us nonetheless.
  • New last words for my mother

    I meant what I said, but I wish I hadn't said it.
  • The existence of dog

    I always disliked dogs. My 1-year-old son lives for their wet eyes and tongue rolls.
  • Lynda Barry

    Marlys wisdom for if you are sick.
  • Playing dead

    I enjoyed years and years of violence and killing, but I was totally unprepared for death.
  • If I tell her she isn't invited, she'll come anyway

    As my wedding day approaches, I am a hostage to my mother's mental illness. I am petrified of what she may do on the day.
  • Nostalgia for ghosts

    Shadows in the shape of the dead walked through my bedroom door. They'd then vanish, each dark phantom becoming the next.
  • Put your head on my shoulder

    Most days that summer Julie and I spent looking for ghosts and singing Leif Garrett songs. Then Joanna came along.
  • The water in Cairo in summer

    Sometimes the snakes, the bong hits and cancer are all visible through the lens of one place in one season.
  • "Blackbird: A Childhood Lost and Found" by Jennifer Lauck

    A memoirist who survived a childhood of neglect and catastrophe reinhabits her younger self, with powerful and harrowing results.
  • Priscilla Becker

    The poet and schoolteacher reads about the harsh reality in childhood drawings and offers "a translation from English to English."
  • Therapy for Thanksgiving

    While the rest of you make pie, we are chopping and dicing familial neuroses.
  • Kiddie fixations

    I am walking through life with the elephant obsessed.
  • The secret life of Dad

    He stood up to John McCain to protect me -- and never told me about it.
  • My mother wears army boots

    She kicked butt for me and I want to thank her.
  • My daddy's gardens

    They were a sign that he would keep his job for a while and we'd have food on the table.
  • Ode to "Joy"

    The sacred text of the kitchen has a powerful and lasting resonance.
  • Sacred places: England before the fall

    A lifelong traveler reflects on his own piece of heaven.
  • Small massacres

    A child in Martinique reaches into the dark corners of imagination with the miraculous force of fire.
  • Childhood

    Anderson Tepper reviews 'Childhood' by Patrick Chamoiseau
  • Are we there yet?

    What had I left in the Florida of my childhood vacations that I wanted my children to find?
  • Toying with us

    Two books explore how marketers and toy-makers turned our little darlings into crazed, Barney-craving monsters.
  • Of lye soap and frilly pink dresses

    An Apache woman's memoir recalls a brutal year in an Indian orphanage.
  • It's a girl thing

    Of first bras, near-kisses and why the sixth grade sucks
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