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I’ve tried and failed many times to keep a journal. I like the idea of keeping record of my life, of having a reference to look back on to see what my past was like from my own real-time perspective, which will have long faded from my memory. I’ve just never been able to stick…
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I remember the first time I saw a picture of kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by joining the pieces with a lacquer mixed with gold dust. It seemed such a simple, easy idea, but I was a bit in awe of the beauty. While browsing Pinterest, the same place that exposed me…
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I stepped through the bright red doors of the sanctuary, almost giddy with excitement. We made our way down the aisle, the children arguing about where to sit, before settling into a pew. We made light conversation, I laughed at the playful bickering between siblings, and admired the stained glass windows and wooden rafters. Protestants…
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I recently watched the show Fleabag. I can’t remember why, but it was mentioned in an offhand comment in something or other to which I was listening, probably a podcast or video essay. I wish I could recollect what it was, if only to mentally thank the person for introducing me to the series. Whatever…
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Nearly a week ago, I had my first bike crash. It feels silly to admit at the ripe old age of twenty-three, but I never learned to bike as a kid. I consider myself a pretty risk-averse person, so even when I taught myself to ride a bike at seventeen, I was cautious enough to…
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Spring has become my favorite season. As a kid, it was always winter, which does still remain a close second. A snow-covered landscape feels clean, calm, and soothing to me. No mosquitoes or ticks come to take my blood, no flies attack my food, and a romp through the woods is not soured by the…
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I know you know the purpose of this project, but for the sake of any other readers, I’ll reiterate: we are two friends who share some common interests (books, food, writing, visual art, biking) and many uncommon ones. Since you’ve recently moved away, and neither of us is particularly good at keeping in touch, we…
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Passover is my favorite holiday. In rural Midwest America, it’s relatively unknown, or at least not thought about. Because of that obscurity, it is not commercialized. Unlike New Year, Easter, Independence Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas, or even minor holidays like Valentine’s Day or St. Patrick’s Day, you won’t find cheap, gaudy decorations at the local Walmart…
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