Animals
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A Dog Made Me Worse at Camping
Meet Marty. A seven year old hound mix Duncan and I could not leave at the shelter.
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Leaving Maryland
I’m looking forward to home. I miss my bed. I miss my couch. I miss my pizza place. And I’ve just about hit my limit trying to avoid our landlord on my way to go read on the porch.
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07/22/2022
When I swipe my badge at work, finish a book in my living room late at night, take a shower in the dark, I smile knowing that this I made this happen.
Camping
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A Dog Made Me Worse at Camping
Meet Marty. A seven year old hound mix Duncan and I could not leave at the shelter.
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Normalize Being Bad at Camping
It’s okay to not fit in with the somehow glamorously grungy people in dream places. Being a good camper, a good lover of nature, is about feeling the sun on your face.
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A Picturesque Disaster
So with a ten mile hike, a drive to a separate trailhead, another two-mile hike, and a camp to set up ahead of us, we started hiking at noon.
Dance
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Opening my Dance Bag
I have been taking ballet classes for over a year now and still was going to class in socks. I had tried ordering ballet shoes but they were too big. Not wanting to go to a physical ballet store, I settled to slip around on the marley floor. When I went home, I checked my…
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Taking Correction While Being Delusional
It’s good to know you’re doing it right, but better to know how you could be doing it better.
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Balanchine Rat Bastard Dreams
For a long time, it was my dream to be a professional dancer. It was more than a dream. It was a reality I thought was inevitable.
Water
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A New Home
I cry in a new-age tap house in a strip mall with tiki paper cutouts strung from the ceiling as my husband holds my hand. I look at the group of woman sitting at a high-top chatting over appetizers as a game and Big Bang Theory play on multiple screens.
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Learning to Dive
When we got to the dive site, we rolled off the back of the boat and into the ocean. Once plunging into the water, I got a taste of the other world underwater.
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Micro-Impulse
While my brain wasn’t thinking about the road, it was thinking about all the impulsive things I could do.
Losing Kate 