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1. The day I turned twenty-one, I woke up in Amarillo, TX and went to bed in Taos, NM. Jerry Garcia died that day, and my favorite dog got slammed in the face by my un-boxed birthday cake in an accelerating minivan.

2. At the field hockey end-of-season awards dinner of my junior year in high school, I heard the name of every varsity player called at least once before I heard mine. Two hours into this humiliating experience, disappointed that my father had taken time out of his day, sensing ants in the pants of everyone around me, the final award was called for me: Unsung Hero. They made me a metaphor for myself as I helped close the ceremony to the sound of two hands clapping. Read the rest of this entry →

1. The day I turned twenty-one, I woke up in Amarillo, TX and went to bed in Taos, NM. Jerry Garcia died that day, and my favorite dog got slammed in the face by my un-boxed birthday cake in an accelerating minivan.

2. At the field hockey end-of-season awards dinner of my junior year in high school, I heard the name of every varsity player called at least once before I heard mine. Two hours into this humiliating experience, disappointed that my father had taken time out of his day, sensing ants in the pants of everyone around me, the final award was called for me: Unsung Hero. They made me a metaphor for myself as I helped close the ceremony to the sound of two hands clapping. Read the rest of this entry →

1. The day I turned twenty-one, I woke up in Amarillo, TX and went to bed in Taos, NM. Jerry Garcia died that day, and my favorite dog got slammed in the face by my un-boxed birthday cake in an accelerating minivan.

2. At the field hockey end-of-season awards dinner of my junior year in high school, I heard the name of every varsity player called at least once before I heard mine. Two hours into this humiliating experience, disappointed that my father had taken time out of his day, sensing ants in the pants of everyone around me, the final award was called for me: Unsung Hero. They made me a metaphor for myself as I helped close the ceremony to the sound of two hands clapping. Read the rest of this entry →

1. The day I turned twenty-one, I woke up in Amarillo, TX and went to bed in Taos, NM. Jerry Garcia died that day, and my favorite dog got slammed in the face by my un-boxed birthday cake in an accelerating minivan.

2. At the field hockey end-of-season awards dinner of my junior year in high school, I heard the name of every varsity player called at least once before I heard mine. Two hours into this humiliating experience, disappointed that my father had taken time out of his day, sensing ants in the pants of everyone around me, the final award was called for me: Unsung Hero. They made me a metaphor for myself as I helped close the ceremony to the sound of two hands clapping. Read the rest of this entry →

1. The day I turned twenty-one, I woke up in Amarillo, TX and went to bed in Taos, NM. Jerry Garcia died that day, and my favorite dog got slammed in the face by my un-boxed birthday cake in an accelerating minivan.

2. At the field hockey end-of-season awards dinner of my junior year in high school, I heard the name of every varsity player called at least once before I heard mine. Two hours into this humiliating experience, disappointed that my father had taken time out of his day, sensing ants in the pants of everyone around me, the final award was called for me: Unsung Hero. They made me a metaphor for myself as I helped close the ceremony to the sound of two hands clapping. Read the rest of this entry →

1. The day I turned twenty-one, I woke up in Amarillo, TX and went to bed in Taos, NM. Jerry Garcia died that day, and my favorite dog got slammed in the face by my un-boxed birthday cake in an accelerating minivan.

2. At the field hockey end-of-season awards dinner of my junior year in high school, I heard the name of every varsity player called at least once before I heard mine. Two hours into this humiliating experience, disappointed that my father had taken time out of his day, sensing ants in the pants of everyone around me, the final award was called for me: Unsung Hero. They made me a metaphor for myself as I helped close the ceremony to the sound of two hands clapping. Read the rest of this entry →