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Erin Solej

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Erin Solej

Stories by Erin Solej

Moving up to the attic bedroom with its secret passages and dark corners might have seemed too scary for some eight year olds, but Mom and Dad did a...
“I don’t want to go back to school,” I cried into my hamburger and potato salad like I did every year at our Labor Day barbeque....
My dad is the kind of dad who used to let me play beauty parlor with his curly hair; the kind of dad who loved seeing his little girls excitedly run...
After we had awoken and discovered the gingerbread cookies had been eaten; after we had searched our Christmas stockings for small treasures; after...
“May your joys be as bright as the morning, and your sorrows merely be shadows that fade in the sunlight of love.”  My grandparents...
I have a photograph, now yellowed with age, of my mom holding securely to my tiny hand at the edge of the shore.  She is looking down at my...