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The Photograph.

Last night, my Dad told me that, while I was at school, he held Grandma’s hand as she lay in the hospital bed and said, “Mom, Lauren put that picture of you up on Facebook.” “My Lauren?” she asked with her eyes still closed. “Yes. She put that picture of you and Dad by the … Continue reading

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Hospital Thoughts.

So when I’m stressed out about something, sometimes I start thinking in fragments and need to write. Here’s an attempt to string it all together. Last night, the thin doctor with a ponytail leaned over my grandma in her hospital bed, with all of us watching, and asked her a hundred questions. Pain, comfort, kidneys, … Continue reading

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This Saturday Morning.

We all have at least three layers on right now. Kirsten and I decided that when the curtains on the windows are pulled back, it gets colder in the apartment. We think the fabric traps the chilly air between it and the window, but this could just be something psychological we made up in our … Continue reading

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Fiddle Faddle.

This year seems extra filled with transition. Maybe it’s the living in an apartment. Although I really enjoy that. Maybe it’s because two of my closest friends just came back from studying abroad in Europe and are transitioning in major ways themselves. Their hearts are back in London and Seville. Maybe it’s just because the … Continue reading