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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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The sun beat down on your face as you lay in the grass next to me. Your right arm rested over your eyes, while your left hand rested on my knee. Next to your head a full dandelion temptingly nodded it’s cotton head. I reached across your sleeping form, careful not to disturb your slumber,…
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In the dead of night, silence dances to the racing of my heart. I sit in my bed illuminated by my lamp’s orange glow. Hours slide past as time stands still- I’m as calm and raging as flickering flame. And I gulp down herbal tea as if it’s the remedy to the manic anxiety in…
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On Sunday I passed out in someone else’s hospital room. How is that for a dramatic starter? Despite the chaos that opening sentence implies, I want to be clear that this is going to be a wholesome story with a sweet message. I just wanted to get your attention first. In order for this story…
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I still think of you when I hear that song. But today, instead of the familiar stab of pain, I smiled, then laughed, then sang along.
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Like many people, I’ve been caught up in cottagecore this last year. In a time full of social, political, and economic unrest, the idea of escaping to a quiet countryside is the ultimate fantasy. No more working 9-5 for wages that barely cover the rent. No more after-hours emails, or last minute shift coverage. No…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 