Monthly Archives: April 2016

Monsieur Dupoint’s Select Dancing Academy For The Children Of Artists Who Aspire To Enter Their Parents’ Profession

Girls and boys milled around it, as if they had arrived that morning — girls in rose-pink stockings and white practice frocks, boys in calf-link black breeches, black belts, and short white muslin vests — and always at this point … Continue reading

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The Girl Who Could Not Speak

Clair-de-Lune Clair-de-Lune lives with her grandmother in the top of a peculiar old building. Every day she practices ballet, just like her mother before her — the famous ballerina who died when Clair-de-Lune was just a baby. Since that day, … Continue reading

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The War That Saved My Life

There are all kinds of wars. This story I’m telling starts four years ago, at the beginning of the summer of 1939. England stood on the edge of another great war then. Most people were afraid. I was ten years … Continue reading

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Romeo and Juliet

The temple bell stops — but the sound keeps coming out of the flowers … If Romeo and Juliet had made appointments to meet, in the moonlit-swept orchard, in all the peril of conspiracy, and then more often than not … Continue reading

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Life In A Glass Case

I had never wanted to be anyone else except myself, only older and more famous. But now, for some reason, I shed my body of its original skin and emerged reborn, and unrecognizable. I began avoiding mirrors. I refused to … Continue reading

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The Sound of Music

When I was in high school, I was in a production of The Sound of Music. as one of the Von Trapp children, Louisa. I wanted to be Liesel. My lines were, “I flit, I float, I fleety flee, I … Continue reading

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Letters From the Diary of Ann Clarke Hawkins, Vol. 1, 1913. Unpublished document, transcribed

Until we meet again to never part [section] cries at the kitchen door with soundtracks of rain in her skin so I open and she runs in singing and the wind canters in and she with a wild carol and … Continue reading

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