March 8, 2010 – 1:10 pm | by admin

( Pioneer Woman, Eighth Grade. ) The thing about being a “writer” for any length of time is that you can always look back at the things you’ve written and get a glimpse of yourself at another time in history. Ga-Ga recently handed me an essay I wrote about my brother Mike back in the eighth grade, and I roared. Sure, the stories about Mike brought back wacky memories of navigating adolescence with a developmentally disabled brother, but what mostly struck me was how much better my vocabulary was back then. I could tell I was being drilled daily, and possibly whacked with a yardstick or ruler. I think I might have actually used the word abstruse . What does abstruse even mean? And what does it have to do with my brother Mike? Anyway, the thing about about being a blogger is, you have at your fingertips a time capsule into which you can peer to get a glimpse of yourself one, two, three, and in my cases, four years into the past. Over this past weekend, as I read some of the things I wrote back in 2006 when I was in my thirties, a few pounds lighter, and full of all kinds of hot air and hope, I couldn’t help but wonder:
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