When you’re sad for a long time it becomes a bit of a habit Like an after-school snack or regular exercise… or… or… Puking after every meal Habit, see? How can you ever be anything but sad? It’s just the way things are   “But what do you have to be sad about? You’re so […]

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I am a wild Thing. A wild, witchy Thing, at that. One that sings songs to the universe. One that feels as deeply as the oceans and dreams all the way up to the constellations I’ve committed to memory. I’m a Thing that connects to the world around us in an inexplicable, sometimes silly and […]

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I think I’m on the brink of a glorious, third wave, quarter life crisis. “Three life crises!?” you undoubtedly gasp. “But how, you melodramatic sapling? You are only but 25!” Enough scoffing, fictitious faultfinder. Let me explain… So maybe ‘life crises’ is the wrong term for these episodes. But maybe it’s not… Not if you […]

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The house didn’t just crumble No There was a full blown implosion…again And it left her burned and in bits Gasping for air and clawing toward the surface Searching for just a flicker of light between the debris…. Again And it’s happened over and over and over again But she always rebuilds with a fearless […]

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California’s legendary Pacific Coast Highway is one of America’s most scenic road trips

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My name is Brynna, I am 25, and I live at home with my parents. Did that feel like the introduction to a group meeting? I suppose it kind of should seeing as so many of us are in the same, semi sinking boat we call millennialhood. But I digress. Let me continue down the […]

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It was the first day that it was warm enough to leave the apartment with my legs and shoulders bare. And my, I do love to have my legs and shoulders bare… So I took advantage. I walked between avenues with my headphones in, blocking out the honking taxi cabs and the ugly catcalls; replacing […]

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One glass of afternoon wine had gone right to my head, leaving my brain feeling like it was soaking in a thick, warm goo. My cheeks were pink and feverish and my lips, tinted plum, felt as though a bee had stung them hours ago. All I was left with was the dull, pleasant tingle. […]

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As a little girl, I dreamt of the days I would be an adventurer. I dreamt of them with fervor and conviction. So much so that I wasn’t really dreaming of the days. I was believing in them.   I believed in them with same kind of ferocity with which I believed in Santa Claus. […]

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I was standing in the middle of the road wearing a sweaty tank top and a 30 liter backpack with my hand grasped in a stranger’s tight handshake. I had just been left alone in a city I had never been to with a mystery man who stopped me on the street. He insisted, rather […]

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