What I Found in Glacier.

Curled into my down comforter, the box fan in my window is blasting crisp fall air into the room. The contrast of welcoming warmth and biting breeze could not be more perceptible. Autumn is here in Montana, and we seasonal workers are stirring to move on to our new winter homes. Sentimentalism mixes with the…

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I’m Not Who You Think I Am.

I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. I said I was going to wait until my trip to Montana was finished before I processed these last several months. Maybe it’s the IPA in my belly, or maybe my heart has sprung a leak, but this is the first time in months I’ve known it’s…

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How It Started.

Darkness. And a silence that could deafen any listening ear. A void so deep only time could fill it. And then a Whisper. A Whisper so soft only straining ears could sense it. Tingling and mingling particles together, it gently filled the void. A Light. Beams of illumination gather together and slice Darkness like a knife…

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I’ll Make a Man out of You.

What makes a man? Is it his love for sports or his depth of knowledge about music? Or is it his six-pack of chiseled abs? Is it found in his pursuit of respect or in the salary of his job? I’ve wanted to write about this for a long time, but each time I’ve tried to…

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You Look Just Like Your Father.

I tried something incredibly uncomfortable and somewhat awkward the other day. I stood in front of my mirror and that’s all I did: stand there. Take a minute and try it. I wonder if you’ll see the same thing I did. Do you notice the color of your hair and the size of your arms and…

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When I Say “I’m Good.”

I’m a terribly weak person. When it comes to refusing sweets or doing ten push-ups in a row or remembering things, I’m about as feeble as a baby turtle on its first walk to the sea. I have weaknesses for unplanned road trips and calligraphy and dry cappuccinos and buying used books at thrift stores….

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(A)biding Time.

I hate words that sound like “wāt.” They remind me of heavy middle school days and the lack of patience I have when I’m told “not yet.” But “wāt” is what I heard two weeks ago when I told a boy I like him and he said he likes me too and we asked the…

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When It Looks Like Love.

I’m really good at running. And I don’t mean the kind where I lace up my Asics and get lost in my favorite back roads of Athens. I mean I’m really good at running in the way I navigate emotions away from whatever makes me uncomfortable or afraid, especially when it involves love. And most of…

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Wide-Eyed and Windswept.

Last night I slept with my body wrapped around a rock. The wind whipping me back and forth, I thought I might be dying as I lay shivering in the fetal position. Alone. And while that’s the most dramatic thought that’s passed through my head since I was a foolish high school girl, I truly…

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Bread and Whine.

I had my first Death Valley pity party yesterday. Oddly enough, it lacked decorations and a cake and was prompted by the sight of cotton candy clouds in the twilight dome above. Those bright pink puffs in the dusky October sky sparked the memories of another evening I’d shared under a Georgia sky full of cotton candy…

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