The Memoirist
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The Memoirist

Somehow I Survived Growing Up

It wasn’t pretty.

Photo by Elisabeth Arnold on Unsplash

As a kid growing up on a farm, I wouldn’t say your life had less value. But if you, say, fell off a mountain or were vaporized by a natural gas explosion in your dad’s corn field, the reaction was more likely to be,

“Well, these things happen.”

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Bev Potter

Bev Potter

Legal secretary by day, insomniac by night. BA, MA. Humor, pop culture, and things that make you think. My weekly-ish newsletter is bevpotter.substack.com.