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pilates-mom.

So I’m sure this post will seem unusual and out of the blue to every guy who reads it, but I know the ladies will understand. The Gap that I work at has four connected stores that stretch a couple hundred feet through the outdoor mall. Lately, they’ve been floating me around. I usually work … Continue reading

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taking a stance.

It can be easy, as a college student, to take a neutral position on politics or not get involved at all. As a college student myself, I know all of the excuses: not enough time, too much to read, I have to go to work, I don’t even care, etc. I’ve been convicted lately about … Continue reading

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cuddling.

This is not a post about college couples and how they cuddle. It is about an analogy that has completely changed my outlook on waiting. I am sitting in the atrium part of the R. H. Stafford Branch library right now (the part with all the trees and rivers) with a latte and a stack … Continue reading

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Small.

To clear up some confusion, this is a creative writing piece I wrote for a class last semester. A regular essay takes a subject, states the central point, and supports it with two to three points of evidence. A lyric essay takes a subject and dances around the central point, never fully stating what the … Continue reading

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deeper?

Yesterday, while turning out of Byerly’s from an impromptu ice-cream run in the middle of the day, I turned the corner in my devilishly good-looking Buick LeSabre and came face to face with an older Sedan that appeared to be driver-less. It was smoggy and hot outside, and it wasn’t until I got to the … Continue reading

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regular oatmeal.

My writing professor told us once that all art, including writing, is merely a vehicle in which one tries to get a message across. She also said that if any writer looks back upon his or her writing over a great span of time (whether you be a poet, an author, a journaler in the … Continue reading

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Dust.

Woke up this morning feeling very grateful that the Lord knows how much I am merely dust. Human bodies are so frustrating sometimes. I read Psalm 103 last night: 10 he does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities. 11 For as high as the heavens are above … Continue reading