The Night I Bought One Ticket
Here's the thing about going to a concert alone: everyone I mentioned it to made a face. Not a mean face, more like the face you make when someone tells you they're going to eat a…
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Two Cups and a Lesson in Not Walking Away from the Toaster
It's barely past eight and I have already made one fundamental error this morning. I walked away from the toaster. I know. I know. In my defense, the coffee maker beeped and I got…
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Five Hundred Miles and One Very Stolen Afternoon
I found it on the shelf in the hallway, spine cracked, pages a little soft at the corners the way paperbacks get when they've been read more than once. I didn't even mean to pick…
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The Manuscript That Ate My Evening
It started because I was bored and a little restless and someone on a forum mentioned the Voynich Manuscript in passing like it was nothing. Like it was a normal thing to drop int…
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The Bowl That Should Not Exist (And Why I'm Keeping It)
There's a clay bowl sitting on my passenger seat right now. It is lumpy. One side is noticeably taller than the other. There is a small crack along the rim that the instructor ass…
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Two Weeks Out and I've Already Reorganized My Highlighters Twice
It's 9:47am and I have been sitting at this desk for forty-five minutes. In that time I have: made tea, let it go cold, opened three textbooks, closed two of them, and arranged my…
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The Windows Have Been Closed Since November
April 6th. 4-something in the afternoon. I opened my bedroom window this morning mostly on instinct, the kind of thing you do before you're fully awake, and then I walked back ove…
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Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner (And Nobody Can Make Me Feel Guilty About This)
It is 10:47 PM on a Monday. I have watched Dirty Dancing before, I think four times, maybe five, and tonight I sat down to watch it again and felt zero shame about it. There's som…
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Just Me, a Canyon, and a Gas Station Hot Chocolate
Tuesday. Woke up at 6:30, packed a bag, and drove myself to Starved Rock. No plan beyond 'go somewhere with actual nature.' Spring break has been sitting quietly in the apartment…
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