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The Utah County Fair can be described in a single word: miserable. The whole event was 3 days. 3 days of hard work for little returns, as a combination of bad advertising, inept county officials, and bad weather combined to keep crowds away, and vendors unprofitable. Thursday was a sunny day, which would have been…
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I can never go back to Tooele or I might pass that Greek Cafe and remember the afternoon we ate lemon-rice soup and baklava after shopping in the one antique shop in town. I can never go back to Tooele. Or I might drive up that canyon road and remember when we escaped to the…
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Tonight is a stormy night. That’s not a big deal in most places. Growing up in Houston, it rained and stormed most days of the summer. Rain hitting the tin roof, and thunder rolling into the night were the lullabies of my childhood. But, since moving to Utah in 2008, rain is a fleeting dream.…
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I chopped off all my hair again. My hair was almost hip length and becoming burdensome in the hot, desert climate I call home. Every few years I decide to grow my hair out to see how long it will grow. Then, I inevitably get tired of caring for my ridiculously thick, easily tangled, locks…
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Prompt: Write about someone’s eyes without saying the color. You would have thought they’d be cold. Cold, flat, and hard- like a sheet of ice on the lake in January. But, those eyes weren’t cold at all. They were bright. Bright, expressive, and lively- like light dancing off the waves in June. People are full…
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I never learned how to manage stress. All through college (which took me 6 years to complete due to switching majors) I worked a full-time job while taking 15 credits, and picking up the occasional odd jobs to make ends meet. Now, I work a full-time “day job” and operate my small business on the…
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Prompt: Would you do it all again? I never understood the purpose of regret. I suppose you could say that regret is a teacher. You could argue that it prevents you from repeating your mistakes, but I disagree. Regret has only made me feel guilt, shame, and sorrow. I could never go back to change…
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If I want my partners to date other people because I only want half a partner, does that make me polyamorous, or the anti-poly? I asked this question on social media and I got some likes and laugh reacts, but no one actually answered my question. The thing was, I was being about 80% serious…
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Yesterday at the farmer’s market, I met a beautiful trans woman with a rose vine tattoo. She stopped to look at our soaps, and we complimented the estrogen tattoo on her arm. As we were talking about ink, and the stories that surround them, she showed us the roses on her back. “These roses represent…
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Inspired by the Pintrist prompt: “Write what he said about the coffee” “It’s cold.” He said it blandly, an observation rather than a complaint. It was a short sentence. A mere two words about a cup of coffee after a stony 16 hours of silence. “Should I warm it for you?” I asked, careful to…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 