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Excerpt from “Childhood Disasters” by Miranda Kozman

My mother was never known for her fine cuisine. She often slaved over the stove, only to end with a steaming pot of inedible food remnants. In my younger days, I would fling open my lunch bag with anticipation. I envisioned what would be inside the Tupperware—maybe a juicy peach, perhaps a delicately assembled turkey and cheese sandwich. But I soon learned to expect an unidentifiable lump of something that looked like a cross between bologna and creamed corn. This was always neatly packed with a note scribbled on the napkin—Delicious and nutritious! Just for you my love. That was the year that I began the daily routine of forgetting my lunch on the bus, or in the coat closet, or (on the best days) in the bus shelter, where a bum would inevitably and unwittingly drag it away. I made sure to collapse in a pitiful pile of tears each time just to cover my tracks.

The whole neighborhood knew when my mother had been cooking. The stench of burnt bread or over-spiced stews often wafted and lingered all the way to the bus stop down the street. As a child, I was frequently overcome with a gagging sensation as the bus doors flung open at the corner of Brandberry and Parkway. My sister always followed behind me, grumbling and plotting how she would get her food to the trash can without being seen. Because of my mother’s culinary endeavors, Saturday night, pizza night, became a holy day in our household. Mother must have been convinced pizza was our hands-down favorite food. As the clock inched closer to dinnertime each Saturday night, my sister and I would begin our elaborate act of becoming the most helpful children this side of the Mississippi. We would excitedly offer to grab the pizza menu, place the order ourselves, and set the table. On days when it looked like mother might be reaching for the pots and pans, we even offered to pay for the pizza delivery from our own pockets.

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Adapted from The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allen Poe
courtesy of The Project Gutenberg

Roderick Usher had been one of my companions in boyhood, but many years had elapsed since our last meeting. A letter, however, had lately reached me in a distant part of the country—a letter from him—which, in its wildly importunate nature, had admitted of no other than a personal reply. The MS gave evidence of nervous agitation. The writer spoke of acute bodily illness—of a mental disorder which oppressed him—and of an earnest desire to see me, as his best and indeed his only personal friend, with a view of attempting, by the cheerfulness of my society, some alleviation of his malady. It was the manner in which all this, and much more, was said—it was the apparent heart that went with his request—which allowed me no room for hesitation; and I accordingly obeyed forthwith what I still considered a very singular summons.

Although, as boys, we had been even intimate associates, yet I really knew little of my friend. His reserve had been always excessive and habitual. I was aware, however, that his very ancient family had been noted, time out of mind, for a peculiar sensibility of temperament, displaying itself, through long ages, in many works of exalted art, and manifested, of late, in repeated deeds of charity, as well as in a passionate devotion to the intricacies, perhaps even more than to the orthodox and easily recognizable beauties, of musical science.

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