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    Wake up. Wake up. Please wake up. Wait. What had she learned? Sit with the discomfort. That was the phrase. Learn to sit with the discomfort. Stop avoiding pain. Deep breath…

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    As I shook this dish, something amazing happened. The surface of my mixture changed before my eyes from a green and brown mottling to a surface completely made of green…

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    I took the pregnancy test in the bathroom of a sandwich shop because I didn’t want my sister to find the used test in the trash. I was expecting it to be negative. It was positive…

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    Are we not all a mixture of love and self-loathing? A combination of pure and defiled, of the tame and the wild? Are we not animals in conscious form? Are we not spirit with bodies warm…

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    This was no trophy. This was a mistake. The boy now looked with shame and anger at the remains of his leaf, wondering how he could have been so stupid to think anyone else would appreciate it the way he did…

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    My eyes could no longer detect the faint glimmer of light emanating from the stairwell and, although I knew it was still there, the fear that I was trapped gripped my heart and set it racing. Don’t run. If you run, it will know you’re afraid…

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    The thing is, it was hard for me as an 8 year old to be sneaky at a restaurant with the milkshake I was told to share with my sister. Everyone was around the table watching, I had no way of running off with the milkshake or offering to split it “evenly”…

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    “Look at the trees,” I said to my son, “how old do you think they are?” “Very old,” my son replied. “Think about what they’ve seen,” I said. He was quiet for a moment, looking. Then he said, “They’ve probably seen hurricanes and tornados. Maybe even wars..

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    The skirt of her lacy pink church dress struggled against her knees, threatening to bring her back down to earth, as she reached for the lowest branch. She paid no heed to the dirt that coated her white stockings…

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    I have watched many people endure all kinds of pain and punishment, always blaming those around them, somehow not realizing that all they have to do is let go of the rope…

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