writing
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I would not call it exactly a premonition, but sometimes I know, somewhere in my gut, that certain things are going to happen. I knew the day my mother tried to kill herself. I was at the bottom of the stairs, all dressed up to have my birthday lunch with my father, and when she
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A part of my soul resides in Scotland, it’s now my belief. After another 5 days of driving in the Highlands, I can confirm this will not be the last time I do it. Actually, this was the second time of many that will follow. It is unclear at this point whether it is the
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There’s nothing more life-consuming than an idea when you only have one.It’s scary, really, the time you spend thinking about the same thing over and over again until there’s nothing else.
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Old objects bring me solace—small bits of memories encapsuled by hard exteriors; the hourly chime of the pendulum clock, the aluminum butter dish from my grandparents’ summer house, the ’80s coffee cups from my parents’ wedding gifts, the hundred portraits spread over all home surfaces. I like to be surrounded by it, the nostalgia, the
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Nobody tells you.Nobody tells you that putting yourself first means putting others second, by definition. And for a lifetime people pleaser like me, that is a feat. A feat I am learning, but it takes time. Also, nobody tells you that accepting yourself as you are (another lovely cliché) is more difficult than it seems.
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Somehow, I thought it was a good idea to give fantasy a break. I cannot say I regretted it; I can only say this one hit too close to home. So much so that I read and re-read it after, unable to move on from it. There are some ways to love that get imprinted
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Books that spark memories will make you drown in emotions.
feisty mind 