Childhood Trauma – An Ongoing Saga
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How the Grinch Stole My Confidence
The Mean Teacher Imagine little old Andie, with cute pin-straight hair and bangs walking into first grade with what I can only assume was an oversized backpack. Now, imagine the Grinch, before his heart grew three sizes. Then, change out the Grinch’s face with my first grade teacher. We’ll call her Mrs. G. Mrs. G…
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Blaming Big Brother: An Unfortunate Mistake
Oh brother… Growing up in a house meant the basement was haunted. That’s just common sense people. The basement is where the ghosts, spiders and scary creatures lived. You have to turn on every light as you go down and be prepared to run for your life back up the stairs to the safety of…