Tag: Memoir
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Salvatore’s Sandwich
There are two things I remember clearly about Salvatore — his nose and his sandwiches. Let me explain. Every weekday at 11:30 a.m. Mrs. Lang (our second grade teacher) would walk two lines of children (boys on the left, girls on the right) away from the small pod of elementary school classrooms that surrounded an…
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Heirloom Tomatoes
It was hot today: the type of hot that makes your bare skin beautiful with glittering jewels of sweat and leaves you feeling strangely sensual. It is in this type of heat that you realize your thirst, both physical and metaphorical, has not been quenched. And, it is in this heat that I wandered around the greenmarket, looking for…
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