Uganda, revisited

when I’m working, oftentimes it’s when I’m riding in the car with someone that I get the best interviews. there’s something about driving around a new place with someone I’ve just met that seems to allow for this free-flowing conversation. for whatever reason, we’re both at ease. there’s nothing else to do but talk and point […]

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that time I hated Paris

I had walked around the streets of Paris for what felt like at least 30 miles before I gave in and bought a ticket for a red double-decker “hop on-hop off” bus. it was a bold move for someone who admittedly would rather slit her wrists and bleed out slowly than to take in a […]

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let’s summer

Luke and his LEGOS who says summer needs to be lazy? I say, let’s build things. let’s make stuff. let’s be adventurous and take chances. let’s invent something and watch it work. we can throw out the directions and use the extra LEGOS to create something nobody else has even thought of making. we’ll read […]

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soar

it’s her own fault. she put him there, up on that pedestal. the same pedestal he uses to climb up so he can look down on her. to yell at her. to make her feel like a child. she feels defenseless and worthless. and it’s her own fault, building him up that way. giving him that position. backing […]

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how do you love?

“I want to tell you about something I saw the other day,” she told him. “something that reminded me of you.” so she fell straight into the story, start to finish. it wasn’t a long story, and she was doing just fine, even though she felt herself taking deeper breaths as she neared the end. […]

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5 things: Berlin

I was only lucky enough to hang out in Berlin for a few days. (a few very, very, very cold days.) so I’m not so sure I have much to offer if you’re wondering what to see and do. I’m not your girl for that. in fact, I’m the girl who made it to Checkpoint Charlie […]

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dead ends

I always thought it was neat that both of my sets of grandparents lived at the end of a dead-end road. I’m not sure it means anything really. it’s just a fun fact about my family. we come from dead-end roads. not the same dead-end road, because that would just be weird. the roads are […]

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