The short answer? There isn't.
Being a Woman Writer: Is There an Issue?
Waiting List (Also, I’m Back!)
I’ve spent countless days blowing thought bubbles above my head. I decide which thoughts are scribbled on my waiting list: which ones suspend in the stars, which ones hover over the moon, which ones waltz with the waves-- this list is pulsing and alive and none of these thoughts will ever pop unless they are…
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Pursuing a Career in the Field You Love
While I was growing up, my father said that it wouldn't be smart for me to become a writer. In middle school, I used to pride myself in the idea that I would, one day, find myself to be a famous author. I'd hand my father a short story as he reclined on the couch,…
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The Librarian
There is a librarian who organizes fluttering memories. The birds fly in with ebony words smeared on their wings and they always soar with more questions than answers; her thoughts are dust-covered dancers twirling behind crumbling books locked in skyscraper-shelves; she told me to look for your book yesterday and I peeled it open and…
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Why I Wanted to Be a Writer
I used to want to be an astronaut, floating above the earth and watching the stars; instead of a story teller, I wanted to be a listener. My great-grandmother wobbled over to the dining room table every morning to slip her mug in the microwave. She plopped down in the sunlight, dunk her tea bag,…
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Happy Thanksgiving! (Plus A Little Box of Wishes)
If you live in the United States, you know that tomorrow is the blissful, food-filled day of Thanksgiving. Although every family upholds their own set of traditions, I thought I'd let you in on a personal tradition (one I started last year) that you can follow, too. There is a small, pale, wooden box that…
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Coffee & Company
Don’t fill up on coffee, she said, Because the grinds are too simple-- they sit in your stomach-- they rub your intestines like sandpaper. Coffee is straightforward and bitter like your grandmother’s humor. Instead, break the fast with orange juice-- something sweet yet sharp. Start your morning with a complication, hydrate your soul with sympathy…
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Earth and Everywhere
I was in Wales when I realized that God is everywhere. Tintern Abbey was lathered in light. I tilted my head back to gaze at the monastery, the pillars, the blackened stone. I looked down at the fresh, soft grass speckled with daisies and bumble bees. I felt as if this place, this place of…
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Letter to My Adult Self
Dear Future Wanderer, The present is flooded with the desire to know the future; people incessantly want to know what will happen rather than what is happening. With this in mind, I hope you understand that, in this letter, I refuse to ask you questions. I will not demand answers because I am not meant…
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Coin Laundry
It is seven in the morning. The sun barely grazes her fingers across the horizon’s bare back, and she kisses his shoulder as if she is afraid to wake him. Soon, though, he will open his eyes and rumble the lakes and rivers to life; he will start tsunamis; he will open reservoirs. The sun…
2B or Not 2B 