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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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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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Harmony
Beyond the crashing waves and bright orange fish fins is a waterfall that glistens as each water droplet reaches the bottom of her resting feet. The clear blue water drips down her sopping hair and strokes her sun-kissed skin. Sun… Continue reading
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Meditate
Close your eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. Count the breaths you breathe in. Breathe the same number out. Feel the air you breathe as it glides to your lungs. Feel the cool breeze as it brushes against your smooth skin.… Continue reading
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Fairy Godmother
My sweet child… when your world crumbles like the crashing of dominos tumbling down, one after the other. I will be there to catch the river streaming from your eyes. When you feel the emptiness of the world closing in… Continue reading
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Cherry Blossom
We used to run toward Grandma’s backyard once the snow thawed, where the tulips blossomed out from the prickly green grass, the pink and white bleeding-heart buds bloomed on vibrant green branches, and the pink flowers flourished on the cherry… Continue reading
The Writing Rock 