The Raw State

My initial response to the question Where do I belong? was flippant. I’ve never really felt like I didn’t belong. My 20-year-old self wouldn’t have given this question another thought. But in the ten years since age twenty, I’ve started to recognize that when I give something a simple response, it’s usually because a more…

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A Sweet and Smelly Spectrum

Sitting at my desk, I sense a presence sidle up beside me.

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Dancing in the Rain.

As a young girl, I loved the rain. I loved dancing in the rain, running in the rain, just being in the rain.

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Stopping for the Sake of Goodness

“I notice you haven’t written in some time.” My friend and I were chatting over lunch.

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