Human Parts
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Human Parts

Growing Up and Getting Out

I moved away from Santa Ana, but a piece of me will always be there, with the people I grew up with

II remember the first time I asked a question that my mother couldn’t answer. I was eight years old, standing at the end of a driveway, watching her wash the car. I could hear the bucket, the water, the slap of the wet rag. Suds ran into the street. I…



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Jessica Zeek Krebsbach

I write about marriage, motherhood, existence, nature, and other invisible things. Visit me on Read more on