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A guru at equipping souls with a Simultaneous Sense of Eating, Praying &...
I spent two years stealing love notes from my brother’s bedroom just to admire the handwriting styles of his girlfriend. I may or may not have contemplated stapling the letters to my trendy Unicorn...
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Relearning Loveliness: Not ten pounds lighter. Not two weeks later.
You would think a girl who spent childhood making collages with pass out literature from UNICEF and annual global poverty reports, wouldn’t find her most disturbing discovery at the United Nations in...
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I’d string the trees in Central Park with Yellow Bows for you.
She was fidgeting with the elevator buttons when the tears for you rolled through. I knew upon the first slow trickle, down blush-applied pink cheeks, that the herds of salty soldiers marching from my...
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This will give us enough of a good feeling, a right feeling, to go on knowing...
My best friend smells of leather ballet slippers and lavender hand soap. The scent mingles with the highlights in her hair as I hug her, taking me back to the nights spent sharing secrets on hardwood...
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One hour before the world is destined to end, a girl will find the courage to...
Some fiction to flesh out the stories that are often true. “Hey… it’s me. I hope you still know who ‘me’ is. I think you do, but its been a while. Almost six years.” Five Years. Nine Months. Fourteen...
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“Look,” she told my mother. “It’s me and Fred dancing.”
I wonder how we’ll dance. All of the time. I wonder if we’ll fox trot or side step. Shimmy or Waltz. If the music will come endlessly. If the record player will turn. I picture a pearly floored...
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Wronging Wolves with Weighted Words
I toted a serious Little Girl Crush for the Big Bad Wolf. Something about all that huffing and puffing as a seven-year-old must have riled me up to the point where I slid Elvis Presley and Arthur the...
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There will be them days
There will be them days when all that will seem reliable is a sapphire blue dress hanging in your closet that, to your knowledge, has never let you down before. On them days, pull the blue over your...
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Kaleidoscope Lifetimes: 9/11. We Remember.
I spent precisely 73 minutes, curled up on the tile floor of the New York Library-Bronx Branch, crying yesterday. Book Propped In Front Of Me. Knees Folded. Pages Playing Tear Catchers. I half...
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We are called to be Salt. Shakers in this World.
Back in college, I was the girl with plans to change the world. I shoved up my peace sign and pummeled my friends with bits and pieces of the UN’s Convention on the Rights of the Child before trotting...
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