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writer’s block
Maybe writer’s block is the wrong word for it, but it’s definitely a block. It’s not your typical, when I open the page I can’t think of the words to say. It’s more that I have so many words swirling around in my head, but I don’t have the patience to get them out. So…
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climbing is dangerous
I reached the top. Two hands on the hold, ready to climb down. Descending, I grabbed the “down climb” hold, a comfy loop with a big arrow to help you get to the mat easier. But just as I grab it, my feet are gone from the sliver of plastic they were gripping and there…
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on your own
Jillian’s phone rings and Andy’s name pops up on the screen. “Your mom has been crying and upset,” he said. “She feels like you don’t need her anymore.” We could hear her, sniffling in the background, obviously on speakerphone. “That’s not true, Mom,” we said. “Of course we need you.” “You’ve never moved without me,”…
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bridget jones
I watched Bridget Jones’ Diary for the first time. I get the sense that it ranges between cult classic or instantly hated– there are a lot of jokes that didn’t age well. The 2001 romantic comedy starring Renée Zellweger is nothing if not problematic. Bridget, a somewhat cringe-worthy, hot mess of a 32 year-old with…
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the cabin
Before I was born, my grandpa bought land with acres of green forest and hilly pastures for his horses (they are all in Georgia or horse heaven now). He had a cabin built on the land, a real-life Lincoln Log cabin. It’s a place I’ve always been proud to show my friends because it’s absolutely…
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why I stopped wearing my apple watch (sorry mom)
Her mom gave her the watch for her birthday. She loved it. She just didn’t know how much it would matter. She’s pumping her first in the air, lapping the house, dancing, skipping, anything to close the last ten calories on her Move ring. It was set to 560 calories per day and some days…
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divorce hamsters
Have you ever heard of a divorce hamster? Okay, maybe it’s not always a hamster. Could be a puppy. A cat. Maybe even a fish. The apology pet. My dad dropped them off around Valentine’s day, a “sorry for not showing up to our visits, but here’s a hamster” kind of gift. My mom resisted taking…
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on moving , moving on
A continuation of the big changes in my best friend’s life that affect me… One month ago, Elli moved to Atlanta to join her now husband and one of my closest friends, Isaac, in their new apartment. This past weekend, I flew down to help her get settled in. This was the first trip I’ve…
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my best friend’s wedding
No, this is not a blog about the movie, My Best Friend’s Wedding with Julia Roberts. And no, it’s not about my attempt to break up the wedding (the plot of the movie). But my best friend really did get married. In April, I told you she got engaged. In May, she got married. Despite…
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silly little walks
A silly little walk for my mental health. Headphones on, daylist playing “pining power ballad tuesday afternoon”. I step out onto the sidewalk, ready to distract myself from life for 20 minutes. I stop for every pretty flower. Snap a picture. Revel in spring. A neighbor two doors down reads her book in a bohemian…
diary of a 20 something 