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Ready For All Things: A Femsplain Response
Written as a response to Femsplain’s prompt of Impermanence I’m thirteen, and my bedroom has pink walls. My best friend lives around the corner and we see each other almost daily, to the point where her home is my home and her family is my family. I attend a small private school where I know…
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A Dog Is A Girl’s Best Friend
Last night I used the ears of my seven-year-old beagle as a tissue. This is the kind of gross and unsanitary relationship I’ve developed with a creature who has been my roommate for the last year. But he’s more than a walking, snoring tissue. He’s my service dog. He can’t keep me out of traffic,…
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A Family Recipe
Pie is a big deal in my house. For the last several years my mother and I have gathered during the holidays to crank out the recipes that were perfected by my grandmother before us. She had this magic touch when it came to pie crusts. Naturally, they were made from scratch and were never…
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The Things That Have To Get Worse: A Femsplain Response
This was originally written as a response to Ella Dawson‘s post on Femsplain: The Last Rallying Cry of 2016 2016 can be summarized with one word, flupocalypse. It was supposed to be better, just like every year is supposed to be better. The problem is we have to get back in line at the theme…
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We Haven’t Lost Yet
President Obama spoke to the American people on election night and reassured them that the sun will, in fact, come out tomorrow. But as I woke up on Wednesday I did not find sunshine or warmth but instead clouds, and gray skies that seem to mirror the attitude of at least half our nation today.…
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Sundays With Sinatra
“Shoe-bi-doobie-do. It’s Sunday with Sinatra.” The program, brought to you by Sid Mark, started in Philadelphia sixty years ago and what once started as an hour long block, quickly turned into a Sunday morning regular. From 9 AM – 1 PM you could tune in and hear The Sounds of Sinatra on the Big Talker…
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90/365 Miles To Go
I made a little thing inspired by Robert Frost from when I was in Maine.
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88/365 The Magic of Going to A Concert Alone
In the opening pages of Robert McCammon’s book, Boy’s Life, he talks about magic. Specifically he says: When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and…
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87/365 The Things I Know
There are some things I know And there are some things I forget. I’m guessing those things are in the trash icon At the back of my head. This brain a computer. These thoughts are my files. My words are what I recklessly print. I wish I was more tech savvy To unblock the potential…