Tag: Writing
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Bloganuary: Finding Solitude
Growing up as an only child prepared me for being comfortable alone. I was 20 when my baby brother was born so I spent the majority of my life getting used to my own company. This meant that there were few things I loved more than coming home from school to my room and shutting…
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Bloganuary: What’s not to love?
What is your favorite part about yourself? I wish we had to ask ourselves this daily. It’s so much easier to pick apart your least favorite features when you’re on the spot, especially since our culture gets off on a little self-deprecation. Comedians are so good at this, it’s like hating yourself is part of…
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Bloganuary Prompt: What Makes Me Strong
This is one of those prompts that feels so important that I can’t seem to find the words to respond honestly. At first, I started writing about specific things that give me strength but it felt like a BuzzFeed list. These are tough to narrow down, but I like the challenge. One of the first…
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For My Eyes: A Bloganuary Poem
When I close the blindsand prying eyes don’t look inside an ease of my strokes is much easier to findIt’s by removing the lensthat I unearth again the truth of creationwithout any of the pretenseFor the river never stops whether you come to watch or lest you forget nature runs without clocksRemember your worth when…
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Never Alone: A Bloganuary Poem
You don’t need to have groundbreaking ideas every day, but you should find meaning in every moment. Even when poetry is the last thing I can get myself to write, I see it all around me. I see it in the way the power lines on my street look like crosses and in the scent…
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Bloganuary Prompt: Pear Tree
If you could, what year would you time travel to and why? When time travel comes to mind, I think of moments I’d return to rather than specific dates. I would try on feelings and memories again like an old pair of pants that haven’t fit for many years. Maybe I’d return to when I…
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The best-kept secret
Striding toward the sun linked arm in arm, we always dive in headfirst. We’ll make friends with squirrels and fly with birds until it’s time to reset. I’d rather be idle than on the go when he looks so happy here. Because life is simple at its most grand, blessed freedom and mother’s rays.
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the stirrings of something new
Phantom limbs ache far more than wounded flesh. Don’t put trust in the physical, futile things. Linger on silver silhouettes and deep belly whispers. Things most true can’t be seen but felt. Can’t you tell?
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My Big Fat Hollywood Move: In the Thick of It
I don’t know how long I had been complacent before I moved out here, but I do remember feeling like Dustin Hoffman in the opening scene of The Graduate — propelling lifelessly on a moving walkway into his future. I bounced from one non-stimulating experience to another and rotated between the same toxic behavioral patterns.…
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My Big Fat Hollywood Move: Baby Got Back Problems
A 24-year-old’s last-ditch effort at “following her dreams” with her boyfriend and moving across the country to see it through When I posted the first installment of my LA blog series, I had been on a writing high all day – something I hadn’t felt in months. I can’t tell you how long I sat…
Spiral Alchemy 