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I love my husband. Where he is, that is my home and there I am happy. Sometimes I just miss living in the South.   HOME Bloom where you’re planted, they tell her. She looks around. She doesn’t feel planted. … Continue reading

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I Love Your Eyes But I Hate Your Face: a list

I love salsa but I hate tomatoes. I love napping but I hate oversleeping. I love talking to my friends but I hate talking on the phone. I love shopping but I hate spending money. I love algebra but I … Continue reading

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Throwing Me Over the Wall

Forgive me if I’m feeling a little vulnerable at the moment. I’m still licking the wounds caused by two friends, let’s call them June and Margaret. June’s injuries were sudden and unexpected. Margaret’s were formed slowly over a period of … Continue reading

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Christianity Made Me a Worse Person

I was a good kid. Irresponsible some of the time, forgetful most of the time, but on the whole pretty darn good. I avoided the typical teenage pitfalls, I did well in school, and my worst offense in high school … Continue reading

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Confessions on the Verge of the Apocalypse

Since today is the end of the world and all, I’ve been thinking of all the things I’ve left unsaid over the years.  I would hate to miss out on my final opportunity, so here they are. I miss you. … Continue reading

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I Really, Truly, Wholeheartedly, and Unashamedly Love Adverbs

The world is fickle about adverbs. Your teachers explain how to identify them and then tell you not to use them. The -ly ones especially. But the -ly ones are irresistibly fun! My use of the word “apparently” when talking … Continue reading

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Billy Bass (an anthropomorphic love story)

The girl was looking for love. What about that one, her friend asked, could you love that one? Too little, the girl said. That one? Too pale, the girl said. That one? And her friend pointed to Billy. The girl … Continue reading

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