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from "pick-me" to misandrist to grown-up
or how I learned to make friends with good men in middle-age.
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Baby Had a Fast Car
on teenage freedom and the broken promises of adolescent hope
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"War and Noise"
for many writers, the problem isn't that we can't find "peace and quiet," it's that we think that is what we must have in order to write. (we don't.)
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Bloom Cycles
on beauty, time, rebellion and home
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15
secret and not-so-secret smokers
I see you, mom in the stop and drop line, not giving a fuck and I salute you with a lighter extended out the sunroof. FREEBIRD!
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on looking and finding and feeling
sometimes new beginnings feel as heavy with grief as they do with joy
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the loneliness of the long distance driver
(or how traffic is a poet)
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3. the year I spent letting go
and new years eve also letting go but, like, the food poisoning version
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Rebecca Woolf
20
first love is a haunted house
and this is a ghost story
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"don't worry. it will grow"
the braid turns one.
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writing about death during a war
(and there is always a war)
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on the nuances of grief and allowing each other to explore them without attack
this is me validating your feelings. (thank you for validating mine.)
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