Tag: growth
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The Bags.
I’m packing a bundle of button-less bags, to be metaphorically thrown off a bridge. Inside are collections of nonsensical guilt: time spent worrying that I’m too much of this or not enough of that. Clanking around are mismatched jars of other people’s history; deceiving friendships; all the instances I’ve been made an example of because…
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Wrinkled Hands.
As I washed this morning’s dishes, the green-apple scent of the soap hit my nostrils with springtime memory. I closed my eyes, and smiled. Philly. I had just moved into Rittenhouse Square. I was not yet 22. My Bachelor’s degree–quite literally–sat upon my bookcase among the rows of Stephen Kings. It was a weird time.…
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Dear Society.
Dear Society: I love you. Always remember that. We are in this together. And as your friend, I need to tell you a few things. . . (clears throat) . . . Dear Society: Please stop assuming the rules don’t apply to you. Every single one of us has places to be. Please stop spewing…
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The Wisdom of House Plants.
Three Ways You Can Bloom & Grow, Dear Reader. Oh! It is springtime here in Pennsylvania, friends. I saw a cardinal flittering about the yard yesterday, and I thought my heart would burst with happiness. And this morning? I gazed outside and despite the current state of our world, I saw a bounty of buds…