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Why Your Comfort Zone Tries to Kill You
It is truly horrifying how hard our minds fight change. We linger at the same job, plant roots in a city we know every street in and cling to the friends we’ve known forever.
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A Kaleidoscope of Thought
It’s not what they say it is. I don’t feel trapped in a gray sludge, I don’t feel like sleeping. I don’t not care, in fact I care too much. I feel almost crippled. I think as I drive. The response I am waiting for doesn’t come. I turn my phone on silent and I…
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Norm
Black hair, round glasses, balloon shaped stomach that I used to sit on. This was the man I knew to be my grandpa. And that he was. He raised my mother like she was his own, he loved my sister and I like we came from the same pool of blood. I never knew he…
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Grey Flannel
He had given me his flannel the night before he left. I had stood outside his car, the red interior looking like spilled blood beneath the star light. I knew this day had to come.
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Yellow
His truck hummed outside, I stared out my window and tried to sneak out as quietly as I could. I pictured my dad running down the stairs, out the door screaming, “Where the fuck are you going?”
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Flight
I tilted the glass bottle from side to side. The salmon colored liquid favoring corners. I twisted off the cap and sprayed. A mist of mandarin and Blackcurrant liqueur nestled into the gray interior. He opened the passenger door and slid inside. He tossed his small black suitcase behind us. I was never good at goodbyes.
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Ronnings Lot
The Ronnings red cursive sign leaves a ruby mist over the parking lot as the night creeps its way around the edges of International Falls. Ronnings itself is a basic clothing store where tourists can find the typical Minnesnowta fleece hoodies and “The Ice Box of the Nation” coffee mugs with blue snowflakes falling around…
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Sugar Plum
Sugar Plum “I like the taste of my own blood.” This was the first thing Violet Lejeune said to me the first time I ever laid eyes on her.
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The not so scary truth about moving 23 hours from home
The night before I moved to Seattle, I had a nightmare and it haunted me every mile that my dad and I (and the car sick cat in my lap) got closer to our destination.
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