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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 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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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).…
diary of a 20 something 