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Essay Project Deadlines – EXTENDED!

Been meaning to join this year’s project but thought you didn’t have time? Check out our new timeline! You now have until May 15, 2013, to get on board. The 2013 theme is “Wild Things.” Questions? edg@longridgeeditors.com.

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Essays on Childhood: Wild Things | Esse Diem

Over the past year, I’ve become fascinated with stories about childhood encounters with animals. It started with Julian Martin’s description of his grandmother clubbing, skinning, and cooking a groundhog; since then, it seems everywhere I turn I hear great stories about courage, life and death, love and affection, loyalty and hearbreak connected to children and animals.

What’s your story?

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In a Man’s Voice: Daddy Used to Whistle by Steve Alberts | Esse Diem

I guess it was part of my growing up to leave the sanctuary of the house, wander up the mountain through those scary woods, find daddy, sit with his arm around me as I ate part of his sandwich, then have to return down the mountain by myself.  I knew each end was safe, but the journey in the middle was sort of scary… at that age.

Once I got near the top of the mountain I always knew what final path to take through the woods by listening for the gentle rhythmic sawing of the cross cut, the sound of the horse skidding the logs toward the landing, or …daddy whistlin’ his way through the day.

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In a Man’s Voice: Three Silver Dollars by Terry Gillispie | Esse Diem

“Despite Mom’s expense management, spring 1979 was very tough. I can remember short periods where money was tight and Mom was frantic with worry over how she would pay a bill. There came stretches where we were without food for several days between paychecks from Mom’s various employers. Now a parent myself, I can only imagine the worry Mom felt then over how she was going to feed me, keep me decently clothed for school, keep utilities on, and several other worries and fears a parent endures.”

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