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Maybe blogging isn’t dead. At least, not yet.
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Last spring I was in low spirits. I woke up on March morning after a mocking dream, reminding me of all I had lost in a past I couldn’t change. I was shaken by the nightmare, as I hadn’t had a dream about that particular subject in years. It wasn’t until I was pouring my…
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I have completed 17 journals between 2005 and 2022. I started journaling when I was 11 years old, though I did not start writing with regularity until college. It was an activity that was highly encouraged by my family. Every year at Christmas we would all receive a blank journal, and my mother led by…
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I don’t know where to call home. My family has always been nomadic. We move wherever opportunity takes us, rarely staying anywhere for more than a few years. We’ve always lived with the understanding that fortune favors the flexible, so those of us born without fortune’s favor had to find it. So, we chased stability…
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Most of my views come at 4:00am on Mondays. This makes perfect sense to me, because I too lay awake so deep into the night that the sky starts to lighten with the approaching dawn. Those hours, after the calendar date changes at midnight but before the sunrises exists outside of time. This is doubly…
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A friend of mine told me that she thinks she is boring. I was confused when she made this confession to me. She’s smart, funny, adventurous, well-traveled, and can really hold her known in any conversation. How could she think she was boring. When I asked for clarification she told me; “I don’t have all…
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I’ve always been afraid of wanting too much. I became convinced that if I told myself I don’t want it (whatever “it” is), it wouldn’t hurt when it was denied. I never believed it was “all or nothing”. Rather, I believed that it was “small or nothing”. I became content with scraps of affection, moments…
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This December has been one of the coldest of my life. I’ve been in Utah for 14 years, but as Utah has been in a drought for just as long. My first winter in the Rockies was filled with ice and snow, but each consecutive year the snow came later and later. Many years we…
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I have never been a fan of the cold. Growing up in Southeast Texas, cold wasn’t something I encountered very often. The few occasions when the thermometer dropped below freezing were rare and therefore exciting. The fantasy of building snowmen or having a “white Christmas” were just that, fantasies. Until I moved to Utah and…
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Sometimes, out of no where, I want to cry. Not because I’m sad or because anything is wrong. Not because I’m so happy that I’m overcome, but just because it feels like something is building up inside and needs to be released. In those moments, which occur in calm moments, the tears don’t come. Though…
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I saw a post on pintrest the other day that talked living for the future. The post was copied from Twitter and read: “I feel like I’m constantly worrying about the next part of my life without realizing that I’m right in the middle of what I used to look forward to.” It’s been making…
Bringing Mae Flowers 