Personal Essay
Real-life reflections and soul-deep storytelling—where grit, humor, and truth meet on the page
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Somewhere Beyond the Frame
Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in? There are places I would love to see, but most of them suffer from the same unfortunate condition. They exist. And if I am being offered a vacation somewhere… Continue reading
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Almost There. Again.
If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why? It was 5:17 p.m. I remember it so clearly. Sometimes I close my eyes and I can still see it. Miles and miles of… Continue reading
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Where Forgotten Movies Go to Die
What’s the last movie that made you cry? I jumped into my memory looking for an answer. I thought it would be right there. It wasn’t. So I started digging further into my thoughts. I passed birthdays I thought I’d… Continue reading
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The Well-Mannered Illusion
What’s a conspiracy theory you actually find believable? “The mirror doesn’t lie.” EXCUSE ME. We’ve known since childhood that mirrors can lie. We literally built fun houses around the evidence. One makes you six feet wide. Another turns your head… Continue reading
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Hey Me, Are You There?
If you had a time machine and could send just one message to your past self, what would it say? I can’t tell you everything. It could disrupt the timeline. You spend childhood learning the basics. Fruits. Vegetables. Colors. Shapes.… Continue reading
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The One Thing That Waits
On my to-do listthere is always one thingthat remains untouched. Clean Your Closet. It arrives underlined,sometimes twice,so it knows I mean business. The task is simpleand impossibleat the same time. I tell myself I will do it tomorrow. But tomorrow… Continue reading
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Not Just for Hunger
My favorite thing to cook depends on the moment.My guests matter just as much as the food—sometimes more. What I cook is never just for hunger. Cooking, like living, works best when you don’t overstay at the stove. You step… Continue reading
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Leisure, Taken Apart
Leisure has changed for me. It’s not what it once was. In leisure, I do not sit still.I float beside my thoughts. A violin, a gentle piano, hums somewhere—even if no one is playing it. Art leans in through my… Continue reading
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What a Name Learns
My first name was a beginning stroke.Given before courage.Before the world made its demands.In time, my name learned me. It doesn’t waste syllables.It’s short. Memorable. A little defiant.It does not ask permission to enter a room. It sits cross-legged and… Continue reading
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If I Could Un-Invent Something
It would be the speed. The way everything learned how to rushbefore we did. I don’t wish away phones, or the internet, or the ability to connect.I just wish we hadn’t trained ourselvesto respond before we reflect,to react before we… Continue reading
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