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Memories of Snow
When the snow was thick and plush, we would don our snowsuits, boots and gloves and venture outdoors to the great winter abyss of our acreage. Our small childhood bodies would shake with the excitement of building snow forts and snowmen. We didn’t care that our knees would be soaked through within minutes or that…
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The Inevitable Weight of Reading
There’s a certain heaviness that follows a good book. You can feel it shift and change depending on your engagement with the text, as if it’s growing larger and heavier with your constant attention and interest. Last year, I read a record number of books, 74, to be exact. Usually, if I hit 30-35 books,…
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Familiar Faces
Social media is a strange beast. And having been a lover of social media for a long time, I can’t help but feel deeply disappointed in the ways in which it has evolved, and the directions it seems to be going. But I’m not writing about this complicated evolution this time. Instead, I want to…
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Social Media and Surviving January
In my ever-growing urge to separate myself from social media, or at least specific types of social media, I find myself still yearning to share the mundane aspects of my life. I think much of that feeling comes from a place of habit. I’ve grown up with social media, and its a given that you…
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Wrestling with Words
I struggle with writing, but it’s all I want to do. The ideas I wish to explore, manifest at the most inopportune of times—in the shower, moments from falling asleep, inebriated by two glasses of wine. I wish I was one of those writers who can sit down in front of their notebook/computer/typewriter and just…
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Once I Started a Poem with…
Once, while dancing the dance with some form of intoxication, I started a poem with: “I tasted God in a peach”. And, now, semi-sober, I find the whole idea quite bemusing. The implication of not only touching God but of tasting them too, as if they could possibly be something my measly tastebuds could fathom,…
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