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Riding on the bus this morning, minding my own business, reading from my phone, I heard a thud. A rolling sound. And I looked down to see a sippy cup was rolling toward me. Just as it was about to strike my boot I plucked it up, and smiling, reached
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I washed my face that night. I took out my contacts, brushed my teeth and washed my face before I crawled into bed. But the night still left its mark on me. Sometimes things go right. They go so incredibly right that you float through the moments, minutes, hours and
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The thermostat is off. The furnace sits inactive. Because it's June. But as I roll over in my bed and open my eyes to my sleepy morning the air slips between my sheets. Brushes against my body. A shiver. And the tiny bumps raise on my arms. My
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Remember the days before caller ID? When you could be all emo and sulky and really need to hear the sound of someones voice with no question and no explanation. You could just call them and hang up. Even after hearing that questioning. That longing sadness in their "Hello?
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Words are funny little things. From "I" to "Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilico-volcanoconiosis" each word has meaning alone and within the context it's used. Sometimes they're used to communicate information. Sometimes they're used to raise people up. Sometimes they're used to tear
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Sometimes it's the little things, you know? A new crack in your laptop case. The ice-cream scoop breaking apart as you're scraping up a spoonful. Your phone rebooting (or not booting) all on its own. Or maybe a giant hole in the thigh of your favorite
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Roughly 15 years ago my roommate at the time, Dave, got a brand new Leatherman multi-tool. It was fancy. I'm not sure, but I think he wasn't happy with the old basic model he had knowing that the company had moved on to bigger and better
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The forecast of my childhood was mostly sunny. There was wind. And fog. And for the brief years I lived in Texas there were biblical storms, snakes falling from the sky, rain falling upward and thunder and lightening the likes of which I've not experienced since. The rain
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Sometimes there's a moment in your memory that stops everything. A recalled scent makes you hungry. A comforting sound makes you wistful. A chill reminds you of a misty morning. A sentence turns over in your mind. A remembered shadow on the wall makes you tremble. As much
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The world outside my window is full of life. Life that I'm thoroughly disconnected from. Living in the city you hear the ins and outs of the daily lives of all manner of man and beast. From the frantic scurrying of the urban squirrels along the ground, in
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My words have never been as cautiously chosen as they have in the last year. While I used to select certain words and syllables with great care, listening to their cadence, their beat, the way they fell from my lips when I breathed them aloud. I wrote with abandon, playfulness
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I was just in one of my happy places. The shower. Taking a long hot shower. Thinking deep showery thoughts while the water pressed against my skin and the heat and steam threatened to steal my breath so I could relax. And as I am a girl and not a