Celina Rock
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Hung Out To Dry
If anyone has ever treated you like the wet, wrinkly washcloth that hangs alongside their damp bathing towel. The one that once clung to their body, and shielded them from the icy air so it couldn’t send goosebumps down their… Continue reading
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Focus, Fitness, and Finding Flow in a Distracting World
I’m sure I’m not alone when I say that writing (or even existing) in a world filled with smartphones, TVs, and AI is a challenge. It’s a struggle of mine that continues to hinder my progress on my first novel… Continue reading
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Freeze Time
Five years have passed since my mind could experience the beauty of staring up at the stars after midnight, my back flat against the driveway. Since the touch of a subtle breeze sent a chill down my spine. Since I… Continue reading
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Stop Underrating Young Professionals: We Deserve to Be Taken Seriously
Why is it that being young so often means being underestimated? You can show up early, stay late, know your job inside and out, and still be treated like a kid who just told his mom he wants to be… Continue reading
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Grandma Knows Best
The scent of my shampoo is familiar, like the yellowish-orange bottle of baby shampoo that grandma used during bath time. The scent of jasmine, rose, and violet petals being sprinkled with baby powder, right before dancing in the fragrant rain. It’s… Continue reading
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Inside the Mind of a Corporate Employee
It is hard to live the life you want when you constantly worry about how you will get there. I want a life that is filled with getting paid for my writing so that I can pursue it full-time. Instead,… Continue reading
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Fading…
Oftentimes, I think about what my worst fear is. One that I’m sure is on the minds of many is death. It is unbelievably scary that no one can pinpoint when or how they’ll die or when they kiss a… Continue reading
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Falling Leaves, Snow, and the Lonesome Sucker
Falling leaves, red, orange, yellow, and brown embrace my feet. It’s a wonderful sound as the leaves crunch under my white tennis shoes. It takes everything in me not to make a ginormous pile of leaves and jump into them,… Continue reading
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Longing
Does anyone know how it feels to get ready for a job that you hate, dressing in navy scrubs from head to toe, only to get screamed at by individuals who don’t know who you are or what your true… Continue reading
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LOST AT SEA
I remember a time when my breath wasn’t so heavy. It was clear like the ocean before it was polluted by glass bottles, glass jars, and a glass heart that sank to the bottom of the sea beside the abandoned… Continue reading
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