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Why do I flog myself to produce, make, create something tangible in order to prove my worth? Why do I feel I’m always falling short compared to everyone on Instagram?
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The longing for home never really leaves no matter how old we get. But is it tied to place or state of mind?
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“Isn’t it extraordinary to think that there was a time not so long ago that we routinely communicated in physical love letters, handwritten, stamped, and dropped in the mail?”
Read MoreThe black rotary-dial phone of my girlhood lived on a built-in wooden stand in the kitchen. It had shelves underneath for the big telephone book with Yellow Pages and the small local one and other random junk that got shoved in there over the years.
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Last week, I accidentally broke my favorite bowl, a birthday gift from an old friend. It was one of those perfect objects that sometimes comes into your life, and suddenly it was shattered in an instant.
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Six things on my mind right now.
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From Bitmojis to Botox, my brain is teeming with irrelevant and worrying thoughts.
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Why don’t my dead family appear to me in dreams with messages from the Great Beyond?
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I hate to admit that I’m not an adventurous traveler. I love reading about women who travel solo and are spontaneous and brave – Cheryl Strayed, Martha Gellhorn, Beryl Markham – but to my complete chagrin, I’m not one of them. I leave home reluctantly, accompanied by night-before anguish and morning-of convictions of impending doom.
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“Who do you think you are?” That’s the first thing I hear in my mind when I sit down to write something. It might take some other form: “Nobody cares about that” or “That’s a stupid idea” or “Why bother?”. But what they all boil down to is that one question.
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