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From the monthly archives:
It was a heated conversation over drinks, sometime early last summer when my debilitating routine of too much caffeine and too little sleep painted everything with a splatter of overwhelming crazy. “It’s impossible for things to always be black or white,” he said. “Life is messy. There’s middle ground and overlap. It isn’t always one [...]
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Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. I like it because it’s simple. It’s food and family and friends and the mindful act of appreciating just how lucky we really are. I don’t do that enough, because I’m usually too caught up in the whirlwind frenzy of my head to step outside of myself, look [...]
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Lately, I’ve been struggling a lot with what it means to be a woman. I lay awake at night and I think, “How did I get here?” I ask myself if this is what it feels like to be a real adult. I wonder if there are other women, in other beds, unable to sleep, [...]
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So, here’s my deal. I like to schedule Brazilian waxing appointments right before really stressful events. It all started in college, mid-hyperventilation over my Food Microbiology and Sanitation final, when I suddenly had the God-like idea to schedule a Brazilian wax two hours before the test. The logic here, clearly, was that after getting all [...]
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“AM I THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS HOUSE WHO KNOWS THE RECIPE FOR ICE?!” I look up. My mother is standing in the kitchen, waving empty ice trays above her head and growling about how my father and I don’t deserve cold drinks because we are “lazy and insensitive in regard to our ice usage.” [...]
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