Musing
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CW: death My dad died today. If it seems weird to you that I’d be writing a blog post, well, it is, a little. But writing has always been the way I process things, so I’m doing that now. My dad lived a long life and the last few years were not great for him.…
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I’ve been sitting in the dark for the last half an hour or so, frozen. I have a bunch of things to do, some of which are work and some of which are fun, but I can’t move. Tomorrow I am going to do a very big thing. It doesn’t really matter what it is.…
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I rarely get called [real name]. I don’t know why, but it has always been the case. Even my parents don’t call me by my name. My mother has been calling me “chicken,” for as long as I can remember. Other people close to me call me a variety of nicknames. It may be because…
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If there is a word I would take out of our collective vocabulary, it would be should. Should is a wish-fulfillment fantasy. He should have treated me better. (Absolutely, and yet he didn’t.) We shouldn’t have to do this. (Nope, and yet we do.) I shouldn’t have to tell you I don’t like that. (Maybe,…
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I had a confusing thing happen recently and I wanted to write about it. An individual responded to a story of mine on Instagram with a note that they clicked on the Reddit link in my profile and were “not sorry. Amazing work.” We had a very pleasant and superficial exchange about my writing, and…
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“You’re so pretty,” my friend said to me. It was one of those nights you have with friends where everyone drinks a lot and the conversation turns to how much you all love each other. “You should have seen her 10 years ago,” another friend said. I laughed at him, but I am a slow…
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CW: diet culture talk I think of it like armour. It’s heavy, and cumbersome, but I wear it to protect me. When I can finally take it off, I’m tired. I recently spent time with an old friend. I love her. She’s been so wonderful to me during a hard time. She encourages me. She…
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It’s my birthday week. Yes, I’m a Leo. Big surprise! Many years ago, I hated to have people acknowledge my birthday. I was worried about the attention. I both craved it and feared that it wouldn’t feel like enough. I think I’ve learned that I was worried no one would remember or care about my…
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I don’t typically explain the thought process behind my stories, but for some reason I feel compelled to do so with my latest. It’s called “Dreaming of You.” Last year, I bought a small home built in 1950. The previous owner had lived there for 50+ years, had raised a family there, and then sold…
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