Jennifer McGreevey

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Literary Journalism: Uncertainty

Thu Mar 29 , 2012
As I’m struggling to zip up my long winter jacket while balancing my backpack and cell phone, I realize the only time I have to call my mom for her birthday is during my walk to my 8 a.m. class. I dial the home number. When she softly answers, “Hello,” […]
Artwork courtesy of Alexandra Salazar.

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