“Yes,” I said, my voice drifting. I mentally sifted through other materials I might need. Kaitlin wasn’t convinced.
“Another dog is a huge responsibility,” she tried. “You and Robby have really thought this through?” Continue reading
“Yes,” I said, my voice drifting. I mentally sifted through other materials I might need. Kaitlin wasn’t convinced.
“Another dog is a huge responsibility,” she tried. “You and Robby have really thought this through?” Continue reading
“Do whatever brings you to life, then. Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions. Trust them. Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.”
-Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic
I was living in Charlotte a year ago when I made the decision to construct a website. That October day, a helicopter swept through the low-hanging sky above my apartment. My desk job hours were perfect; there was ample time to write each day. I had barely touched a pen since graduating almost six months ago. Continue reading
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I knew who she was the moment I saw her. A mother and son have never looked more alike. She came up to my collarbone and wore bright green. I cried when we hugged—a hot, desperate type of tear. My brother, still unseen, blended into the chattering pool of purple robes. Continue reading
The paragraph moves to a dynamic description of the new career choice. It finishes with gratitude for the support the person has received from friends and family. I don’t normally get to those parts because my stomach churns at the first sentence. Continue reading
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