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The Road to Mt. Whitney (Part 4)
I have a white board calendar hanging on the wall in my room that I change at the beginning of every month. I spend a solid 15 minutes marking up all the happenings of each month, studying the days ahead. So it was surreal writing those 9 letters on the third week of the month.… Continue reading
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The Juice Cleanse
Have you ever done something that is so sickeningly stereotypical of your hometown? Something that makes you sigh in frustration knowing that you are so conspicuously French or Icelandic or Floridian. Like if a Texan said, “Yee Haw!” or an English girl invited you over for tea and crumpets, or an Australian man was attractive.… Continue reading
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Their Weekend Away
This past weekend my parents went on a well-deserved vacation. My Grammie, my mom’s mom, has been living with us for a year now and her needs, combined with the nonstop schedule my family already maintains, has added a little bit of an edge in my household. There are good days and bad days, easier… Continue reading
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The Weirdest Pep Talk Ever.
Have you ever got to work, started your day, and suddenly had a pit in your stomach? A pit of regret. A pit that will remind you for the rest of the day of the mistake that you’ve made. I think you know where I’m going with this. It’s that feeling when you know you… Continue reading
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The Mud Bath (Adventures at the Spa: Part 1)
The 4th day of this past April was my mom’s 50th birthday. The end of her 5th decade. She has officially been blessing this earth for half a century. “You’re welcome, world” –God In celebration of this marvelous day, we decided to go a little crazy. Crazy, defined: Going to a pricey day spa. So,… Continue reading
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Waiting (A Short Story About My Time in an Underground Drug Ring.)
I make deliveries for my job. No, I’m not a mail carrier, and no, I’m not a hooker. (Although that would make a great dual profession. Just think of all the shameless puns you could make as a hooker dressed as a mail carrier.) My dad owns a machine shop and I’m the runner. I… Continue reading
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Writing What I Want (Another Try at Blogging)
I want to write a book. Like really bad. But I’m not sure what to write about. I find it the easiest to write about myself. My day to day activities; my failures; my lack of love and heartbreak; my terminal nuttiness. I try to write as often as I can; whenever I feel the… Continue reading
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