In which Deb Kristina finally sheds her inflatable arm swimmies

Picture it: I’m in ninth grade, 13 years old. I’m a freshman in high school, one of the worst times of anyone’s adolescent life, I’d wager. I’m wearing a school-issued heavy black swimsuit that seems to be made of something between quilting fabric and a wetsuit. It’s too big, so a long piece of yarn ties the two shoulder straps together in back to keep it from sliding off. I’m…

Saturday, September 13, 2008
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The Unwanted Mistress by Deb Jenny

The perfect sport is the theme this week, but whenever sports come to mind for me, I can’t help but feel a sense of resentment. You see, as a parent, I have spent the past decade and a half trying to protect my family from the egregious encroachment of sports into our lives, an inevitability as sports have become more and more of a monstrous entity in today’s world. I…

Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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About a Girl Chasing a Boy Chasing a Girl by Deb Gail

When I was in high school I chased a boy who chased a girl out to Colorado. He was tall and firm and thickly built with shoulder length wavy hair and he always carried around a copy of Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions and he smoked pot and he played football and he graduated and moved out to Colorado to be a cowboy. We’d “gone out” a few times and…

Monday, September 24, 2007
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