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Me Too?

I have been in deep reflection over this “Me too” phenomenon.  I have been giving it careful consideration trying to tally those moments that would allow me to say, ah yes, it has happened to me, too.  It turns out, … Continue reading

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The Road Not Taken

To say that I and the people around me have had the year from hell is an understatement.  I have been waging battles and battles have been waged against me.  I have sought the counsel of friends, coworkers, partners, therapists, … Continue reading

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My Favorite Writer

If you were to ask me who my favorite writer is, I might be inclined to say something that would impress you with my great literary insight like Hemingway, Keats, Austen, Joyce, or Fitzgerald.  I love them all, but if … Continue reading

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Why Deny Science?

I think I know that answer. It’s hard to admit, being a scientist of sorts.  I’ve studied chemistry, biology, biochemistry, physics.  I admired the way that science layers itself over time, building information and facts one on top of the … Continue reading

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Un-Adult-erated

We have a lot of conversations on the way to school in the morning.  Maybe it’s the early morning; we seem to be morning people in this family.  Maybe it’s the twenty minutes uninterrupted by Minecraft or Teen Titans Go … Continue reading

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Gender Offender

I went to a conference last week.  Alone.  No kids.  No husband.  No friends.  Just me.  5 days in a hotel room.  5 days to navigate an alien city all by myself.  5 days to find peace and calm in … Continue reading

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Rough Edges

I imagine myself coming into this world, my soul kind of resembling a rock, heavy and complete with all those rough jagged edges.  Probably not a comfortable thought for my dear mom pushing me into the world, but alas I … Continue reading

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