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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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Anyone who knows me knows these two things: I love to cook, and I love Autumn. In many ways, these two things go hand-in-hand. As the air gets colder, leaves change color, and harvest’s bounties pour into the market, appetites re-awaken for the holiday season. There is something about colder weather that makes you crave…
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“Sit with me” the wind howls through my window. “Come run with me” it beckons in the night. “Hear me!” It screams through the branches. “Follow me” It’s shadowless presence invites. “I will bring you clarity” “I will bring you truth” In a voice made to disturb, soothe, and seduce as I shiver in my…
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What is it about autumn that makes us long for the past? Every year as the mornings grow colder, I find comfort in the changing leaves, cloudy days, and simple pleasures of bygone days. I sip on warm beverages while listening to old school jazz. I wear vintage jackets and sweaters as I take long…
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Sometimes life sucks, and it’s okay to say so. Those insipid, “inspirational” quotes that tell you that “Life is what you make it”, and “There’s no such thing as bad luck, just a bad attitude” are both insulting and untrue. Of course we shouldn’t always look for the downside of a situation, and we shouldn’t…
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Middle Children have a harsh reputation we do not deserve. As middle children we are either ridiculed for our supposed “attention seeking” behavior, or pitied for being less-important than our older and younger siblings. Personally, I find this all ridiculous. I am the 4th of 6 children, meaning that I am a middle child of…
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I take the half-filled journal from my bedside; The leather cover is warm in my hands. The broken spine falls open on the table, displaying parchment pages the color of sand. My quill tip pen is newly filled after several month of sparing use. It hovers over the empty pages as I await my writing…
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I am the writer who doesn’t write. In college I told myself I didn’t have the time, and the excuse seemed valid at the time. Between full time employment, full-time classes, homework, and commutes- I barely had time to breathe. My writing suffered, but I scribbled when I could and dreamed of graduation. I told…
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I finally had the anxiety attack I had been expecting. With a global pandemic, an economic crisis, and a flood in my apartment, I am surprised I didn’t have a breakdown sooner. Those of you who follow my blog know that I have generalized anxiety disorder, which can (an has) triggered my depression, cPTSD, and…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 