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Smart humanist with a love for social research and design. Also: adventurous foodie, devoted friend, avid reader, gifted designer, and aspiring author.
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Chapter 7
After leaving grad school it was hard to find a job. Even with two solid degrees and the will to learn and apply myself, there were no takers, so I took a job that was in front of me, working in a craft store as the activities specialist, in charge of coordinating classes and events…
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Chapter 6
When I packed up and left Ithaca, it felt like a piece of my heart was being ripped out. For a long time, I mourned the loss of my six-year relationship, feeling its absence like a phantom limb. I missed the cozy familiarity of Wegman’s, the thrill of hunting for cheap antiques, and the excitement…
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Chapter 5
Talking with my mother as she stirs the rice, I remember my grandfather the most clearly wearing an immaculate crisply pressed light gray suit and a matching hat, leaning on his cane, walking slowly but confidently down the walkway. He removed his hat once he got inside like any gentleman would, slowly lowering himself into…
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Chapter 4
“Mom, I’m ready to read the bible.” My son is sitting on the floor of my office with a book in his hand. It’s Gangsta Granny, a satirical children’s book fit for a third grader, adorned with Roald Dahl-esque black and white illustrations scattered throughout the chapters. I turn to him, utterly taken aback, my…
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Chapter 3
A good friend knows us better than we know ourselves and takes us as we are. They perceive the intricate layers of our personality, lovingly melding them together into something uniquely beautiful amidst life’s chaos, lovable despite the mess. Sometimes we have a friend and don’t know it, and only in retrospect, as we gaze…
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Chapter 2
I am fourteen, standing in the kitchen. I have never seen anyone wield a knife like my mother does. Deft but careful, her hands at ease, accustomed to the blade, as she removes the veins in the chicken thighs. I have never seen a knife like this in another person’s home, its black handle mostly…
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Chapter 1
In a world where most minds paint their dreams in shades of gray, I revel in the kaleidoscope of colors that dance across my slumbering mind. As I drift into the depths of sleep, I transform into a mermaid, effortlessly navigating through swirling tidal waves and diving into the hidden recesses of the ocean, where…
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