Frieda

It was a beautiful Saturday in June. As my Father drove his Cadillac on Dundee Road, I gazed out at the sun shining on the passing trees making them a rich green that reflected on the windows. I had come down from Minneapolis for Memorial Day weekend. In the car,

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Big Head

When I was in Fifth Grade, I was coming out of the bathroom one day and a fourth grader, Todd McWilliams, looked up at me and said… “Hey Big Head!” Big Head? I have a big head? Like physically? Or, a big head because I’m overconfident? I never told anyone

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