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pen pals
It’s been years since my childhood neighbor, Theresa moved to Florida. But to me, it feels like yesterday. When I was maybe 12 years old, my sister and I played Barbies a lot. Playing Barbies meant setting up the entire basement as our universe, complete with a Barbie hot tub (Tupperware filled with warm water).…
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the gals, the girls, the women I call friends
galentine’s day [ gal–uhn-tahyns dey ] “Observed on February 13, the day before Valentine’s Day, Galentine’s Day celebrates platonic friendships, usually among women. It originated on the show Parks and Recreation.” If you haven’t seen the Parks and Rec episode, here is Leslie Knope’s opinion on Galentine’s. Leslie, I’m with you. A day to celebrate my friendships with some of the women…
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poems
This week has been a bit overwhelming. There’s so much I want to write, but I struggled to find the energy. So I decided to post a collection of some poems I wrote this week. skincare is exhausting Morning Splash with water Don’t wash twice Nourish with oil Lather the sunscreen Examine the red spots,…
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no hangover, no problem
I’m three days away from an entire month without alcohol. This year, I decided to do Dry January. On a whim actually. Though I think the reasons have become more concrete over the passing weeks. On New Year’s Eve I had a glass of wine, got a little headache, and that’s when I decided to…
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girls’ night
After over an hour on 71 South, I had finally arrived. My weekend bag was stuffed full, and I had a Giant Eagle tote slung over my shoulder that said, “You’re One in A Melon” beside a cartoon watermelon slice. My mocktail supplies (San Pellegrino, Ghia, and a Stasher bag full of citrus) clinked as…
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memoirs, markets, and memories
It was my pick for book club this month. I chose Crying in H Mart, a memoir where Michelle Zauner explores the grief around her mother’s death and their relationship through food. The day of book club, my mom, aunts, and cousins were set to arrive at 5pm. That morning I went into the Yao…
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2024, what’s your word?
I haven’t started this new year the way I start many others. No long list of resolutions, no determined workouts with the rest of the “new year, new me” gym-goers. I rang in the new year with my family on a ski trip in Wyoming. Technically, we stayed in Driggs, Idaho, but skied in Grand…
diary of a 20 something 