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“Can you tell me all the things you like about my body?” I ask softly. After an afternoon of shopping and feeling like nothing I tried on looked good on me, my self-esteem has fallen and I am trapped in the upward comparison loop. “What do you like about your body?” He flips the question…
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The bird scurries so quickly, it looks like he’s ice skating across the sand. One leg moving as the other hover-floats, skiing between the seaweed slopes. He speeds back and forth, drawing loop-de-loops, but remains ever ahead of me at my easy pace. I walk along the shoreline, sun beaming on my face, wind strong.…
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“Are you a religious person?” she asks me. “No, but I’m spiritual, I think,” I tell her. “Do you believe there is some sort of higher power?” “I guess so, yes,” I say, “though I don’t think there’s a God, per se.” “For me, the highest power is divine love,” she shares. “Your sensitivity is…
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There’s something bubbling beneath every day lately at work. A thread weaving between the seams, a whispered undercurrent. “This might be the last time you…” it says. I try to shake it off — it jars me. But it’s a persistent little f***er. “This might be your last chapter book read aloud,” it whispers to…
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My water bottle is covered in stickers. The students love to look at them, and so do I. Each one brings me joy. Side 1: Iris Tattoo and Piercing flower from my third and fourth holes I got in 2023 A llama from the cultural carnival last year, representing my love of knitting A hint…
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“Your hold at the Miami Public Library is ready to borrow,” my Libby notification popped up, with a small photo of Onyx Storm. Yesssss! I whisper screamed, then remembered I was only 35% through Family Lore by Elizabeth Acevedo. I love Acevedo’s YA, and I was very excited to start her first novel for adults.…
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Disclaimer: I apologize for any psychosomatic itching that occurs upon reading this post. It’s Monday evening and I’m standing over the sink, a metal comb in my hand, iPad propped on the closed toilet seat as it plays mindless episodes of Love is Blind. I’ve been here before, many times. Combing my hair out to…
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Over the weekend, P and I watched Jojo Rabbit. We’d both seen it once before, and have been in somewhat of a historical film marathon, so it fit right in with the rest (although a much more — is “lighthearted” the word? — take). Taika Waititi’s film is funny and heartfelt and soul-filling, despite its…
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When I moved into my studio apartment last year, I didn’t have enough space for a dining table nor a desk. Instead, the large kitchen counter served as my everything station: meal prep, dining table, workstation. When we moved into our new apartment this August, we bought a second-hand table from a lovely couple and…
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Light sears through the edges of the blackout curtain, illuminating the room. The noise machine whirs and rises, then quiets — wave sounds. Our new air purifier hums softly, clearing allergens as we sleep. Phoebe lies between us, curled into the crook of your elbow, her nose breathing air out onto my face as we…
