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The wind in the trees outside was making shadows dance against the powder blue pull-down shades. Mottled light played over unfolded clothes spilling from the plastic basket on the floor, across the green shag carpeting, up a...
Read MoreI originally wrote this for the amazing, genuine Kirsty of A Safe Mooring’s blog. It’s...
Read MoreI’m about to get a new phone, you guys. A smart phone. I’m so close I can taste it. And it...
Read MoreVisiting my family in Michigan always leaves me feeling a little bit like I’ve slipped the fragile...
Read MoreHi. You look nice today. Is that a new shirt? It’s really working for you. Is, is uh… are you doing something different with your hair? Parting it on the other side, maybe? Yeah? I like your face. Good job with that....
Read MoreI’ve been thinking about birthdays a lot lately, and not just because Sarah posted last...
Read MoreI have a problem. I like to steal glass and ceramic wares from restaurants. I couldn’t...
Read MoreSCENE Fifth grade. I am standing in a courtyard between buildings. I am wearing glasses, a white and red t-shirt printed with illustrated dalmatian puppies and hearts, and pink cotton leggings tucked into purposefully mismatched...
Read MoreWhen I was six, my parents and I moved back to the U.S. after being stationed in Germany for three years. What followed was a sincere attempt on the part of our extended family to reassimilate us into American pop culture,...
Read MoreI originally wrote this as a guest post for Lizzie and Isiah’s wonderful blog titled Love...
Read MoreOn Saturday I went out with friends for an early birthday dinner at an Argentinian restaurant....
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