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The internet speeds where I live are so awful, we don’t get to use Netflix or ay other kind of streaming service in our home, only cable. This has led us to obsess over a Turkish soap opera, of all things: histrionic as they come, this one is the kind of bedtime addiction I used…
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Lately, I have been thinking of the way my surrender will take shape this year. From the wildly outrageous (an explosive and tragically short fling in Italy; a modeling contract; a shade of blonde that actually suits my skin tone) to the more mundane (a side hustle doing product and marketing photography; even more time…
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Ten minutes to midnight. A plastic cup of… tequila something (I think), in one hand. My phone in the other. The fantastic music the DJ was spinning reverberated through the deserted bar. I was tipsy enough to flirt with recklessness, sober enough to know this sort of bravery doesn’t come by very often. I sent…
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Words and books have been a part of me, even before I existed. My grandfather recited and penned beautiful poems and stories about anything and everything to my grandmother until she—utterly smitten yet spectacularly pragmatic about most things, love included—agreed to “see where things go.” (I could write a whole book about them.) My mother…
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I’ve been thinking about the nature of goodbyes recently. We, as humans, change so much and so often the shedding of one’s old skin is inevitable. And yet I find myself wallowing in nostalgia over the person I was years ago: a little bit more hopeful, just as romantic, wide-eyed and ready to take on…
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I was looking through my drafts, thinking I had already written this post down. I hadn’t. It seems like I’ve had this fleeting little thought running in my head for so long, I assumed it already had been given shape with words, and then released somewhere in my many journals to roam freely. And well.…
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A side of myself that I struggled for years was the pressing need to escape in order to find myself. Sounds like an oxymoron, doesn’t it? But whenever I am under emotional stress, when I need to find answers I didn’t have, whenever I am bored, I take my car and drive with the very…
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