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The Story of Glorified Vandalism

I love writing on things that weren’t meant to be written on — napkins, bridges, decrepit buildings, library books, wet concrete, drunk people’s faces. Some might call it vandalism…and yeah… that’s about right. But it’s also my desire to communicate without actually talking to people, because people are terrifying. I’d much rather leave a frosting…… Continue reading The Story of Glorified Vandalism

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In The Face of Tragedy, Look to Little Girls

“Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.” Margaret Atwood I’m pulling for everyone affected in the Manchester attack, and in all acts of violence everywhere, mind you, but I want to take a second to appreciate the resilience of little girls. One would assume that…… Continue reading In The Face of Tragedy, Look to Little Girls

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Bunions, Bad Knees, and a Bum Hip: The Story of a Dancer

I spent most of my life training in *different forms of dance, and while it definitely left me with great posture, musicality, and turned out feet, I’m not going to the club anytime soon to whip out a quasi-fabulous routine that ends in a lift. I will, however, ride piggyback if we go on a…… Continue reading Bunions, Bad Knees, and a Bum Hip: The Story of a Dancer

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Battle of Two Gardens: The Story of Me and My Boyfriend

I flew to Florida to visit my boyfriend this weekend and acknowledged something I’ve probably known for a while. My boyfriend is a French garden and I am an English garden. Allow me to explain. French gardens are about harnessing nature and creating order and symmetry, like the gardens at the Palace of Versailles, which…… Continue reading Battle of Two Gardens: The Story of Me and My Boyfriend

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Secret to Life: The Story of My Sweaty Friends

About a week ago, I went to a music festival in Arrington, Virginia called Lockn’. Between all the sweating, awkward finger-snapping (my specialty dance move) and *tent spiders, I realized something: I am lucky to have friends who look back. If you’ve ever been to a festival, or even a concert, then you know the…… Continue reading Secret to Life: The Story of My Sweaty Friends