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Hoang Samuelson

  • Lead Editor, BooknBrunch
Portland
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Writer. Storyteller. Amateur Baker. Features Editor at @chowhound
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What We Can Learn About Ourselves from Dr. Seuss

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By Hoang Samuelson
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What We Can Learn About Ourselves from Dr. Seuss When my kids were younger, we read a lot of Dr. Seuss books. Prior to becoming a parent, I’d vaguely heard of Dr. Seuss, whose real name was Theodor Geisel and who wasn’t even a real doctor. But nonetheless, he played an important role in children’s fiction, so much so that I found myself bringing back endless amounts of his books to read to my own kids.
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A Blessing in Disguise

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By Hoang Samuelson
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The building rose above me like a monument — tall and looming, it took up an entire city block, spanning First and Main Street in downtown Portland. In all my years living here, I’d been downtown a handful of times, but not this particular corner. Across the street is the Portland Police Bureau’s central office, next to a small park, and on the other side is a government building. As a matter of fact, the building I was about to enter also housed two government entities — the IRS and the FBI.
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Dress Me Up and Let Me Go

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By Hoang Samuelson
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If you ever find yourself alone in your world, feeling lost and sad and uncertain, just put on the dress. You know, the frilly one with lace, the one that Mom made you wear when you were seven. You remember that, don't you? I know you do. I do, because I was there, next to you. The two of us were as thick as skin back then.
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