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When the apocal…
When the apocalypse came, it was only soft rain. Gray mist cat-feeting over the mountains, relentless tapping on the tin rooftops, deceptively pleasant splashy puddles and dew-laden blades of grass. People submitted with faint sighs, accepting their doom with cups of tea, pulling the covers up around their necks. Yes, it rained and it rained…
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Yes.
Forget about having an identity crisis and get some identity capital. … Do something that adds value to who you are. Do something that’s an investment in who you might want to be next. Meg Jay: Why 30 is not the new 20 via TED | Talks | List.
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Little Flames
Little flames… sitting below the big flame, looking up. Blushing. Delight and wholeness in the sun searing through the moist veils of atmosphere, of strange tingling magnetic belts girding an iron core, none of those things known to most people throughout most of time, but felt somehow, in an atomic, there sort of way. All present here, all…
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A Letter to Her Counselors
“It’s amazing how much you need and respect the little things in life. Music, for example. Being at camp for two weeks with little to no music makes you appreciate it even more. The only music we get here is in the bus on the way to canoeing and at the camp dance. I grow…
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I was a freshman in college once…
Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial This is an excerpt from a paper I wrote at the end of 2007 about the Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial in Washington D.C. I care that we all pay attention to that war, because it happened, because it is happening, because it will happen again, and because it is never simple. War is…