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I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately. What it means. How it feels. I have ruminated on romantic love for so long that I have tended to forget the other forms love takes. The beautiful gift being single during this season has given me is I have the space to notice love in all…
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I hate it here. No one talks to trees or pauses to notice how dappled light through leaves spills onto the ground on a sunny afternoon. We are addicted to our electronic rectangles and the imaginary worlds within and have forgotten what the organized chaos of a wild forest can do for the noise in…
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Time has a funny way of collapsing in on itself when viewed in hindsight. Decades compressed into little bubbles of memories. What impacts stays. Mundane, routine wiped out. I wrote a speech to present to the student body of my local high school’s Homecoming pep assembly. Twenty-five years since my class graduated from the school,…
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I looked in the mirror the other day and all I saw were flaws. Sagging chin. Thick arms, thick thighs. Too much weight around the midsection. Why do my shoulders slope like that and why does one eyebrow rise higher than the other one when I speak? Why can’t I be thin and delicate? I…
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“I hate this stupid town and everyone in it.” – 16 year old me. “I’m never coming back.” – 19 year old me. “I miss the stars at night.” – 30 year old me. “But I’ve built my life in the city. I’m not going back.” – 36 year old me. “I’m scared and I’m…
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So much of my decisions in life were made based on the inertia of all the decisions which came before. This is the human condition, part of how we survive as a species. Adapt, overcome, learn, keep moving. Except some of us struggle to adapt and to learn and we end up going in circles.…
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The day I turned 18, I woke up early, packed my belongings into the trunk of my maroon 1996 Ford Escort and drove out of town. I willed myself not to look in the rearview mirror as I left my childhood home and drove into my future. I’d like to say no one handed me…
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I have drafts of unwritten posts. I start one, lose interest, walk away. Then another, and another. And I can’t figure out why I am having such a block in emoting via the written word, other than the fact that so much has changed for me since I started this blog. So much has changed…
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The drink appeared in front of me at the bar while I chatted with a friend. I looked up at the bartender inquisitively and she pointed to a young man seated at the end of the bar. His smooth face, the bright smile, a little hungry. What is wrong with this kid? Why is he…