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On the Eighth Day of Blogmas: Just Like the Snow I Used to Know
But the delight of seeing that wondrous powder fall from the sky … and the world outside completely untouched by footprints or pawprints or car tracks just yet … it made me feel as though the snow existed entirely for me.
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On The Seventh Day of Blogmas: Nail Salons and Boredom
When I’m sitting in the salon chair, I feel practically bored out of my mind and begin counting whatever is near me.
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On the Sixth Day of Blogmas: Holiday Anxieties
I’m usually better about managing my wide-ranging anxieties, but like many people, I find the holidays to be stressful.
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On the Fifth Day of Blogmas: Golden Rings
Allargando sounds a lot like allergy.
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On the Fourth Day of Blogmas: Being an English Professor
As the semester advanced and the lessons grew more robust, my identity seemed to vanish between the stacks of essays I desperately needed to grade.
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On the Third Day of Blogmas: Why Won’t I Try Substack?
It’s not about competitiveness. It’s about feeling overwhelmed.
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On the Second Day of Blogmas: Reflecting on Christmas Eve, being a child, and wanting children.
The way the adults got on made it seem as though the world simply existed for them to live in it. That their only job was to shriek with laughter and dunk those large shrimps into the pools of tart, red sauce on their plates.
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The Twelve Days of Blogmas
We are officialy twelve days out from Christmas Day, unless you ask my husband. For him, this December 25th business is a fallacy: Christmas, or rather, Serbian Christmas, falls unpretentiously on January 7th. Whether you’re celebrating this month or next month, one thing remains disturbingly misunderstood and well-celebrated: this blasphemous “twelve days until Christmas” countdown. …
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That American Election
I guess the best way to start off this blog is by saying I don’t know how to start off this blog. I’ve thought of you, dear readers, for several months: I’ve lamented how to write about this subject without coming across as “self-important” or unnecessary. I’ve written and and rewrote it; I’ve deleted it…
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Popping The Big Question
I’ve officially entered that rumored part of adulthood where everyone you know seems to be getting engaged. I remember being told this would happen: that there would be the era of constant weddings and then the era of constant baby showers. But it seemed like a far off reality, more fiction than fact. Something to…
That American Girl 