Perfectly Pickled Friendships

“But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.” – Edward Young My 6th grade science teacher had a signed portrait of the Challenger crew and rows of floating faces in formaldehyde. This was my third school. This time, rather than being moved across town, it was across the country. Social media didn’t exist in the […]

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An Independent Villain

“My life didn’t please me, so I created my life.” -Coco Chanel Psychologists have warned against the labeling of adolescents. However, this school of thought, didn’t prevent one from calling me a tyrant. My face was stoic. I sat with my legs crossed and arms draped at my side; unblinking, my vision going in and […]

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Baby’s Got A Brand New Bag

“A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.” – Leopold Stokowski My father was born at the height of World War II to the daughter of an Italian immigrant. He was blessed with the heart of a musician but lacked support of the pursuit, at home. Inevitably he was able […]

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Slave and Master to Every Bite

“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.” -Amy Bloom I have grappled with this paradox the majority of my life. I am still trying to understand how both statements, so oppositional in nature, can be true. My desperate need for perfection has ruined so many moments. My continual disappointment in mine […]

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I Have A Compartment For That

“You marry a role and you give up your soul, ’til you break down.” -Something Corporate My sixteenth birthday was complicated and pivotal. My sixteenth birthday was the first day of school, the first day of my Junior year. I was a transfer student, bouncing yet again from private school back into a very large […]

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Cancer Won’t Kill Me, The Grey Will

“If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you’ll never enjoy the sunshine.” -Morris West Four days after my thirty-something birthday, during a routine examination, I was told there was a problem. This wasn’t the first time. My thyroid was now the next in line of abnormal cells and suspicious ultrasounds. I won’t […]

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The Inkwell

“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” -Ernest Hemingway As a small child I was encumbered with vivid and reoccurring nightmares. One nightmare in particular would become an ominous foreshadowing of my future. I can remember it starting around five or six years of age but perhaps it was always lurking. My childhood bedroom was […]

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