{"id":2616,"date":"2015-09-18T16:57:08","date_gmt":"2015-09-18T16:57:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/?page_id=2616"},"modified":"2020-03-19T02:30:07","modified_gmt":"2020-03-19T02:30:07","slug":"what-is-past-is","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/?page_id=2616","title":{"rendered":"WHAT IS PAST IS"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/tmh-what-is-past-is-Covers_06242015_0008_copy1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2623\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/tmh-what-is-past-is-Covers_06242015_0008_copy1-246x300.jpg\" alt=\"tmh, what is past is, Covers_06242015_0008_copy[1]\" width=\"246\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/tmh-what-is-past-is-Covers_06242015_0008_copy1-246x300.jpg 246w, https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/tmh-what-is-past-is-Covers_06242015_0008_copy1-300x366.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/tmh-what-is-past-is-Covers_06242015_0008_copy1-838x1024.jpg 838w, https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/tmh-what-is-past-is-Covers_06242015_0008_copy1.jpg 2042w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 246px) 100vw, 246px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nPublished 1992<br \/>\nISBN:<br \/>\nPages: 26<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><strong>A selection:<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><strong>I was fifteen. I had wild eyes. I was like my sister who carried her baby like a head of unwashed cabbage.<\/p>\n<p>My mother said to me, \u201cRosie, my child, you go to America, get rich, then come back.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I knew I would never come back. I knew shame was permanent like skin.<\/p>\n<p>My mother said to me, \u201cYou go to America.\u201d And I said \u201cgood\u201d because I meant it.<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Published 1992 ISBN: Pages: 26 A selection: I was fifteen. I had wild eyes. I was like my sister who carried her baby like a head of unwashed cabbage. My mother said to me, \u201cRosie, my child, you go to America, get rich, then come back.\u201d I knew I would never come back. I knew &hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2616","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2616","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2616"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2616\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4018,"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2616\/revisions\/4018"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2616"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}