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57. Trying To, Not Tryna at Twenty-Four
I would just like to take this one moment to say, while I am boiling hot with passion on the topic, that I shiver when I receive text messages that begin with a lowercase letter. Not only is it gramatically incorrect and lazy, but also, if you ask me, “wanna get lunch?” maybe I do but I promise you, I’d…
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56. Trying to Be the Perfect Amount of Uncomfortable at Twenty-Four
My best friend, someone I both admire and love, once asked for an extra chair at the restaurant just so that her purse did not have to sit on the ground I was mortified but I tried not to show it. I think I was trying to impress her. Or I was afraid she wouldn’t love me back if I…
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55. Trying to Speak for Ghosts at Twenty-Four
Last night’s work dinner event sat me across from (diagonally, one seat to her right, my left) a woman who facilitates cacao ceremonies in town of course and we got on and on about all sorts of mystical and magical things, thank Goodness, and she said she likes how I enunciate all of the letters in the word important she…
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54. Trying to Not Say Too Much at Twenty-Four
I absolutely love seeing a woman I only sort of know walking a dog just a few streets down from my new apartment. I realize now that she’s my neighbor and we both drive 12 or 20 minutes depending on traffic to the same yoga studio each day but when I see her here, walking before 9am in her pajamas,…
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53. Trying to Never Say ‘Love’ at Twenty-Four
My drafts file, at this point, is one giant mess of different versions of the same story about Love that I just cannot bring myself to post because who bloody cares and what on EARTH would I say?! I remember being quite young when I started to wonder why every single song ever sung on the radio seemed to be…
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52. Trying to Turn Twenty-Four
Hurricane PoemEnter stage rightFirst act and sceneAnd all the rest, sureYour senses deceive you Your eyes convince youThat watching the wind gustWill change its directionDampen its forceYour stomach achesHolds hostage all you’ve managedPartially digested, you thinkYour tongue moves to make declarations of We wantWhat follows inaudibleOver her cackleAn intermission A dictator’s pauseMercy, maybeAn argument could even be made forFair playThe…
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51. Trying to Hurricane Prep at Twenty-Three
Hurricane days feel like lost days. I look at my calendar and feel like crossing out this whole week. After I crossed out all of last week, too, I feel exhausted. Maybe it’s because when I was in school, hurricanes that cancelled class added days onto the end of the school year. Can I add these days onto the end…
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50. Trying to Assemble My Junk Drawer at Twenty-Three
When I go to Tallahassee from Sarasota, I drive “the back way” all my family and sister-cousins and brother-cousins and me, we call it, simply, “the back way” and there is a small shop, perfect for a stretch of the legs and absolutely impossible for a single woman driving after nightfall, that sells CBD cigarettes and when I tell you…
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49. Trying to Furnish an Apartment I Cannot Afford at Twenty-Three
Moving into a new apartment and fielding questions from strangers like, “how much are you paying?” even though everyone knows you should never ask a woman her wage… Wondering about what I need and realizing that ‘need’ is a strong word like, does anyone really need a paper towel holder? Painfully committed to maintaining my public persona and also privately…
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48. Trying to Spring a Trip to Mallorca at Twenty-Three
Day 1: I landed after dark. The plane was late out of Gatwick. After a short overnight at my gran’s, I felt refreshed and the delay was manageable; England just wanted to hold on a bit longer, a bit tighter, and I consented. Having only decided on Palma two days prior and having little-to-no previous knowledge of the destination, I…
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