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The return address didn't ring a bell. The name wasn't one my daughter quickly recalled.
The long list of rules posted at my neighborhood public pool seems to outlaw everything except Marco Polo:
It could be the rhinestone stud in her cheek, her thin resume, or her unwillingness to interview before noon, lest job-seeking disrupt her gym routine or interrupt her beauty sleep.
I might be a little nervous walking past Carlos Caceres on the street, tattoos covering his beefy arms and the back of his hands and creeping up his neck from beneath his shirt.
Kye D'Aguilar doesn't have a traumatic story to tell about coming out. The 18-year-old said he's always known that he is gay. "My mother told me she knew when I was born."
In the waiting room at Our House bereavement center, you can tell which of the little girls has lost a mother. Her pants and shirts don't quite match, and her tousled hair could use a brush.
The music was distinctly African, driven by pulsing drums and lively melodies.
It wasn't the sort of family reunion we had planned.
At least this was a four-day week.
Ihad the teacher pegged the minute I heard his voice on my answering machine. Tim Schlosser sounded so forthright, so earnest and so impossibly young, he had "Teach for America" written all over him.