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I had this problem where I felt like writing a blog post but I couldn’t figure out what to...
Read MoreI had this problem where I felt like writing a blog post but I couldn’t figure out what to...
Read MoreHey, you. You there. I know you sense that I’ve written here about sports, and I know that...
Read MoreI originally wrote this for the amazing, genuine Kirsty of A Safe Mooring’s blog. It’s...
Read MoreIām about to get a new phone, you guys. A smart phone. I’m so close I can taste it. And it...
Read MoreI have a problem. I like to steal glass and ceramic wares from restaurants. I couldn’t...
Read MoreThe summer between sixth and seventh grade, my mom and I moved down south to join my dad, who had already settled into his new assignment ahead of us. I saw the move as my chance at reinvention. An opportunity to shed my...
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...
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