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Category Archives: True Life

Non-fiction, true, not false… whatever you want to call it. This is about my life and other’s lives like Peanut.

My Path to Self-Sufficiency

In my house, I’m required to do two things, and I get paid for one of them. I wash the laundry gratis and I mow the lawn for money. It’s not a bad arrangement, and I liked it just the way it is. But my dad, brilliant as always, decided I needed to “grow up” [...]
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My Shirt Billows [Revised]

It is fall, but Mother Nature doesn’t care. The temperature climbs higher and higher. Meteorologists wince during their broadcasts, and I know they aren’t the only one wincing. It feels like over a hundred degrees in Houston, the humid air simply adding to the deathly temperature. Everyone moans about the heat. Some comment on the [...]
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Revenge of the Chips

It was three periods after lunch, and the last period of the school day, and it was math class. Lucky for me, I had to spend my last period of “captivity” listening to math problems… and the sound of crunching chips? I turned to my side, looking for the source of the sound. It was [...]
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Caught in a War Zone

Houston has a rotten climate: it’s deathly hot in the summer, cold enough to keep me under the covers in the winter, and a completely random rainfall schedule. Sometimes we don’t get any rain for months and months. And of course, sometimes it hits so hard it feels like a category five hurricane is going [...]
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Loving Love

Recently my mother left for a business trip in China. She flew away one evening and that was when I found my dad and I were alone. Suddenly, instead of coming home each day from school with my mom grinning at me through the glass, I found myself fumbling for the keys. The house was [...]
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The Wrinkles were Gone

What I do when I arrive from school is almost scheduled: I get home, I put my bike into its place in the garage, I come upstairs, and then I settle down and begin checking email, reading random things, and (finally) doing homework. Yet one very special Thursday, I found that this was not what [...]
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The Grandest of Them All

“Don’t get any closer,” my dad warned me as I peered over a rock. Underneath, the ground seemed like it was giving away. The trees at the very bottom of this huge crack in the world seemed so far away from me, as if they had to be viewed under a microscope. A few rocks [...]
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A Jet-ski Dilemma

The water lapped at my feet. It was an amazing place to be: the sun was about to set, just hanging over the hills in the distance. A cool breeze blew past, a great ending to a very hot day. Once I dove into the water, the outside world disappeared. It was just me and [...]
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The Beams From Heaven [revised]

Revised (again) on August 13, 2009. “Hold on!” my dad yelled at me, grabbing me by the lapel just as the truck bounced upwards. I flew up, my head dangerously close to the metal support strut, and all I could do was hold onto my camera bag. “I am holding on!” I roared back at [...]
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The Water Like Thunder [revised]

From the moment I set my eyes on the saturated colors and vivid patterns of the Narrows trail in Zion National Park, I knew that this hike was worth it. Covering both sides of the canyon were enormous waves, each washed into the Navajo sandstone by the forces of the Virgin River. I pulled my [...]
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The Climb Was Worth It [revised]

[This article has been revised as of July 30, 2009.] The sun, having finally lowered itself from its high perch in the sky on its way home, peeks through mountain tops, as if wanting to say a last good-bye. Shining through the trees, the fire-red star sneaks last glances at hikers now making their way [...]
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