A Tree with No Roots

I am wholly and completely my own person, an individual defined only by myself.Or at least, that’s what I’d like to believe. I’d like to...

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Threadbare

I’m shivering in a hospital gown and Hanes underwear. A nurse brings me another blanket, crisp with hot starch. I want to cry.

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Pretty Like Me

I sat in the dark movie theater watching Crazy Rich Asians and found myself crying. Crying is not unusual for me, especially while watching...

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The Miracle of Joey Ramone

After the unconventional release of their 2014 album, U2 received overwhelmingly negative feedback. One day in...

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Exotic Writing Retreats

6 Reasons Why an Exotic Writing Retreat Should Be Your Next Dream VacationPlus – Our Top Picks for Your Stay Exotic Writing Retreats, an article by Rochelle Angyal For the

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A New Dawn

Don was awoken early by a familiar pain in his left knee. He rubbed the swollen joint as he sat upright in bed. Sighing, he glanced at...

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The CFO

The objective of the meeting with Knowles Sanderson was to present the fourth quarter financial outlook for the General Disc Corporation. These projections were of vital importance...

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Grand Design

An insistent voice brought me out of the void and darkness. “What is your name? Where are you?” My eyes opened to see a...

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The Downside, The Upside, The Dark Side

I’ve been waiting for you. Patiently waiting among the sepia pages and crisp black and white edges.

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Book Review: Emerging Igbo Mythology, Godlings, and Dissociative Identities

Instantly, the first chapter of Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi introduces a peculiar, dissociative predicament, “By the time she (our body) struggled out into the world, slick and louder than a village...

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Do You Love Your Reader?

Writing and love making have much in common. Through your imagination, you, Writer, caress your precious Reader and you are...

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Mother Knows Best

The call I was expecting came just after two o’clock on a blustery March afternoon. Instead of going home after my meeting...

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Obsession

Addiction is an obsession. It takes over mind, body, and soul. It seeps into your pores, hides between your toes, collects in the corners of your eyes and under your nails.

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Bachelor Party

Sometimes it comes in fits and starts and sometimes all at once in a deluge, but when you’re edging thirty years old, riding passenger...

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The Sunporch

“Your garden is like a park,” my mother-in-law would say when she came to visit us in Wisconsin from her home in Canada. It was a...

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Bipolar, Diagnosis – Two Poems

The doctor adjusts his glasses, tells me the news. There isn’t much else. I leave the muted-colored office and beat my hands on the steering wheel.

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The Other Eleven Months of the Year

I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder (BPD) in 1991 at thirty years-old, following my second suicide attempt. Individuals who have BPD lack the ability to...

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Book Review: Anne Lamott’s Almost Everything

Book Review of Anne Lamott’s Almost Everything: Notes on Hope – Book Review by Catherine Lanser – A few months back I had an opportunity to see Anne Lamott speak.

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