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Glow

If I stand anywhere on the playground, I have no trouble tracing the steps that led me to that point. Blacktop, for the most part, is solid, hard, and real. But the playground I stand on these days also radiates as if all the little feet that have run over it have imparted something more […]

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Chalk

On Tuesday, chalk came out for recess. On Wednesday the blacktop exploded in powdered gridlines of blue, orange, and yellow. Sketches everywhere charted the mental scatter-shot of eight year-olds – hundreds of secrets written in block-letter code,  boy-loves-girl scandals shared in tight whisper rings, now stood out for public  review. Our playground had become a […]

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