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From a Second Floor Bathtub in the Rain
As I lower myself through steam, I’m transported to a place without time. It’s just me, this water, and this room. I sink into myself. Water ripples the hair at my temples while…
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On the Hill
Cool prairie wind blows strands of hair across my brow. We are surrounded by people. Some I know and some I don’t. Their wet eyes are on us. Across the field is the…
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On ‘The Book’ and a Return to Blogging
I think I was around 15 the first time one of my friends, upon hearing bits and pieces of my life story, said to me “you should write a book about your life!”…
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Secret Paintings
The first thing you saw when you walked into the art room was a life sized papier-mâché Buddy Holly. The walls were a sprawling quilt of patchwork murals of animals, skulls, or cars,…
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Secrets Worth Keeping
Jake could see them from his bedroom window. He watched them leave in the cover of darkness from the abandoned house across the street, panicked and crying. And then the murders began. It…
