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What We Carry
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Gem
When all division disappeared In three words
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Bumps and Bruises
Yet, I am going to carry them with me forever. They are marked permanently on my skin.
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Notes On My High School Diary
“Yeah, I heard they’re dating.” “You can call it funny and I’ll treat it like it’s funny, but it’s sad and it’s ok that it’s sad.”
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The Fear In My Pocket
There was a point in my life where my mom was strong for me, and now I am strong because of her.
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Things I Wish I Could Say To My Thirteen-Year-Old Self
On December 13th, 2023, I embarked on a deep dive into my Instagram archives. I scrolled through countless pictures of parties and boys – counting my smiles and the friends I don’t speak with anymore. I couldn’t help but notice that my middle school uniform looked wrong on my thirteen-year-old body: the burgundy kilt was…
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velvet and gold
But before I can dive deeper into the endless chaos, I see a glimmer in the corner of my eye. Gone is the past. With a closer look, I can see two little green gems engraved in a golden ring, almost like brothers. The perfect ring right in front of me, something I never thought…
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Meditations on Expectations
Taking on more responsibilities didn’t unearth me from the expectations I’ve been taught to assume since childhood. The burden of expectation follows me, regardless of my added work experience, relevant courses, or new extracurricular activities. It seems I’ve been lost within a growing résumé.
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A Harbour To Rest
It was selfish, my assumption that everything would stay right where I left it. There is nothing that can take the last 18 years from me. But I have to loosen my grip. I have to let home change. I have to carry it with me.
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Between Barbells
Weights are heavy. That’s the point.
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The Star On My Neck
Today, I still stumble over Hebrew script and my voice falters when I pray on Shabbat. Yet, entering synagogue fills an emptiness in my stomach that ached as a child. I don’t know if it’s God that is moving through me, or if it is the strength of my great-grandfather, fighting for his life so…
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Breathe
Artwork by Ben Henderson Through my collage, I am expanding upon notions of solitude and presence, yet also questioning who is able to have these moments of relaxation. Without movement it is hard to understand the stillness of being totally present. I achieved movement through varying lines, patterns and textures which work to highlight an…
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It Takes Two Babies to Drive a Racecar, and Other Improbable Facts of Life
It takes two babies to drive a racecar.
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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
A mock-epic about Derry Girls.
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Healing
I don’t believe in God anymore.
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For the love of journalism.
It was just another day in another week of school; that weird time of COVID-19 where every day felt the same.
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Killer Looks; On the Perversion of Love in Tomie
“I just wanted to kill her…that’s why I stabbed her. But you stopped me before I could cut her up. For some reason, I felt this urge to dismantle her.”