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I knew our relationship would end when I didn’t delete my breakup playlist. I stared at the lineup of songs That nursed me through our first and second love affair. I read through the titles with my thumb hovering over delete, But I couldn’t erase that playlist, Because I knew I’d need those songs again.
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I was never a good poet. My brain seems hardwired for prose. I can write a beautiful sentence full of metaphor and irony, but any attempt to craft that into something short ultimately results in something cliche and insincere. Still, despite my shortcomings, I never stopped trying to write poems. I still enjoy the genre…
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Every winter I seclude myself in my hobbit hole of a home. I surround myself with hot beverage, warm blankets, and fuzzy sweaters so I can pretend that the cold doesn’t exist. The short days drag into never-ending weeks of self-isolation and hibernation. All the hours pass by in a gray smog of monotony, fatigue,…
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I’m not a fan of New Year’s resolutions. Year after year, December passes by and people start to talk about their New Year’s goals. Then, year after year gyms are and learning apps are flooded with new users, who all drop off by February. While I am a big fan of creating goals and healthy…
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The Modern American Christmas season isn’t the same this year. Usually as winter approaches the streets are lite with millions of twinkling lights, stores are stacked with billions of dollars worth of stock, and Christmas songs blare out of every speaker. Everywhere you look people are hustling and bustling from work to school, and store…
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Silent Night is playing upstairs. Somehow, without me noticing it, November ended. I didn’t write the obligatory Thanksgiving post. I didn’t post about Halloween ghost stories or adventures. I didn’t write the obligatory Thanksgiving post. I didn’t even post photos from all my colorful fall hikes. Suddenly everyone was switching from Pumpkin Spice to Peppermint…
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Has the night always encroached so quickly, after the leaves have turned? Has the dark always fallen so surely after the first season’s snow? Have the days always been so short? Have hours always felt so long? Has winter always entered so suddenly? Where has the autumn gone?
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I come across my book addiction naturally. I grew up surrounded by stacked shelves, bending from the weight of bound paper. Ink runs through my veins instead of blood. Even now, as adults in the age of tablets, auto, and ebooks, my entire family is addicted to hoarding the printed word. Though we all have…
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For those of you who are somehow unaware, last week was the United States Presidential election. To say that this election cycle was stressful would be an understatement. For many of us, the candidates were uninspiring at best, and the stuff of dystopian nightmares at worst. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, many…
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It’s that time of year again. The time of year that all your writing friends annoy you with details about the novel they will write throughout the month of November. They may have spend all of October (aka Prep-tober) going over their writing schedule and outline, creating a calendar, and signing up for all sorts…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 