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I. I am surrounded by third graders, and I am playing the role of silent typist. My job is twofold: 1.) type what they say 2.) act the mute Small detail: hilarious typos are encouraged. II. “What does Alien Gus look like” the storyteller asks, his eyes as big as fists, “use simile, no blah [...]

When I was a little girl, it annoyed me that my mother sang so often. Cooking banana bread, doing the dishes, making her way around the house: her voice floated through the freshly-painted rooms like a cloud of golden pollen. The songs she sang were ancient and full of imagery — all of them songs [...]