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SHELF LIFE: My Pandemic Diary: March 6, 10, & 11, 2021
You know what’s awesome? Good leadership. When you present someone with a problem and they fix it.
SHELF LIFE: My Pandemic Diary: February 12, 14 & 15, 2021
You never saw so many people excited about 7 inches.
SHELF LIFE: My Pandemic Diary: January 6, 7, 8, 2021
If you told me yesterday I’d poop the bed today I wouldn’t have believed you.
Dear (Agent): QUERY/ Shelf Life: My Pandemic Diary / MEMOIR / J. Kabay
Dear (Agent): In late 2020, a gentle, androgynous voice bloomed in my conscience. The days. Write it all down. Manuscript. If you knew my long history with this voice, you’d know why I paused. Words filled my headspace like expanding balloons, and I batted them away, defensive and confused. Manuscript? I had at least 3 …
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Chasing Lois Lowry.
In 1st grade, I got a zero on a math test. A ZERO. We were doing these things: 3 > 1 6<7 10>8 and I got every answer wrong. All 25 questions. Wrong. My teacher circled a big, red F at the top of the page and never readdressed it with me, which really, was …
BOOK LAB: Back to High School.
I got in trouble in junior high for making a 'slam book.' The offending questions included: What's your favorite tv show? and How many siblings do you have? and Who's your celebrity crush? My classmates passed it round and round until I had long lovely lists of people's answers. And it made me very happy. But …
Beryl’s Chicken Diary: Remembering Momma.
That lady ate your mother. I closed my eyes. Missus Jenkins has no tact. I made the mistake of telling her about the last day me and Babs saw Momma. Which honestly, I try not to think about. It still hurts remembering that itchy-nosed lady and all her questions about gluten and additives. "You don't give …
BOOK LAB: Depressed. Addicted. Suicidal.
At 20, she overdosed on sleeping pills in her mother's cellar. At 29, she drove her car into a river. At 30, Sylvia Plath finally killed herself by sticking her head in an oven. Think about that a second. One night, she placed wet towels under the doors to keep her babies safe, turned on …
Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (9)
Read from the beginning HERE. .................. DAY SEVENTEEN a chicken called Wanda Tonight I’m in Ollie’s old bed, watching Sophia play. Her room is way better than the bathtub. There’s so much to look at! Twinkly lights, gilded peacock wallpaper, bits of yarn, rainbow pens, swirly fan, picture books, Pokemon cards, soft poofy …
Jennifer Kabay 