The Town I Grew Up From
What a now-defunct Walgreens taught me about living (originally posted on Medium.com) The town I grew up in has 28,625 people. It’s […]
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the unbearable sadness of being
above me, my neighbor sings absent-mindedly while doing the dishes, her soothing voice draws out the tears I’ve been so eager to […]
Ripple Effect
a very short story She didn’t believe in ghosts. At least not in the say ‘boo’, spirit without a body, walk through […]
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How does one put themselves first anyway?
“Do you have any tattoos?” was not a question I expected to be asked in the Psych ER. But there I was–curled […]
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Maybe home is more than just a place
Six months ago, I never thought I’d find myself here–in a room with white colored walls and a stippled ceiling, a place […]
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How to survive a panic attack in three acts
Prologue: On the bulletin board next to my desk is a handwritten checklist from my therapist: is it truthful? Is it necessary? […]
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I challenged her to write a post in which she doesn’t mention her past (stolen from my old blog)
I forgave myself today, kneeling at the altar. You can’t move forward if you’re angry at the past– angry at yourself for […]
Part 2- I’ll suffer, but at least I’ll have $40 in my pocket
“Honey, you ain’t been to a funeral until you’ve been to one with 3 ex-wives,” is not a sentence I’d ever thought […]
I’ll suffer, but at least I’ll have $40 in my pocket
Her name is Anne. I sit kiddy-corner from her in her trailer home’s kitchen dining area. Beneath her purple glasses and her […]
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