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Sep 12
2011The Night the Man Fell
Not unlike most of my travels, I arrived to Burning Man without a good grasp of knowledge about the Man or exactly what the Temple meant. I had plenty of supplies thanks to my gracious hosts and a supply of boy short underwear from Victoria’s Secret. However, when I visited the Temple my first night [...]
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Aug 16
2011Ugly Truth
Right before I left for Italy, I spent a few hours with someone who happens to be a male. As a way to slowly introduce my ridiculous life to this man, I told him the story about my sister. What I did not consider before revealing this information was this person is a trained questioner. [...]
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Jun 22
2011Five weeks
The unfortunate part about getting home at midnight on a Tuesday is that no one is awake to talk about the reason you were out. That said, I leave for Italy for five weeks Thursday. I have hours of packing, cleaning, and distractions until I land in Rome early Friday morning. Life is good, ya’ll. [...]
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Apr 29
2011An Open Letter to Prince William
Your Royal Highness, You should know I feel awkward addressing you as “Your Royal Highness.” To me, you are Prince William. I mean, come on. I am an American. We address our Presidents by their last names and our university professors by their first. We are casual at our best, lazy at our worst. Anyway, [...]
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Apr 04
2011A bit o’…
So, I figured I might explain myself a little. A lot of what is written here are conversations that have either brought me joy or forced me to think. So sometimes, when I write about situations like Monica Continued, it’s not because something has “happened” or I’m in some kind of ridiculous pain. More than [...]
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Oct 23
2010Before
You’ve been here before. The storm. The flakes drift to the ground. One by one. Piling. You know the sounds. The silent hush. School children’s excitement. Inch by inch. Counting. You know the feel. Crisp, clean, covered. Your boots crunch as they clear a path. Flattened. Your foot slips. The first snow storm. A mind [...]
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Oct 04
2010Shut Up
No, I am not talking to you. This phrase has developed special meaning for me the past few weeks. Things at work have been less than desirable, leaving me scared and borderline hysterical more often than not. However, it wasn’t until I was in my sole evening class, silently debating the merits of my decisions [...]
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