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Ancient Wisdom of a Seoul Sista: March 2011
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Ancient Wisdom of a Seoul Sista. The life and musings of a southern-fried fortune cookie. Sunday, March 6, 2011. Roaches, Raid, and the Crazy Spidee Dance. Now, I cannot stress enough how much I detest insects and arachnids of any kind. I mean I hate them with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns. I make this statement so y'all will understand the inherent psychological damage that occurred as a result of the incident I'm about to relay to you. What could POSSIBLY go wrong? Or I could have just lau...
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Ancient Wisdom of a Seoul Sista: Teenage Girls, Queen, and the Whitetail Deer Institute
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Ancient Wisdom of a Seoul Sista. The life and musings of a southern-fried fortune cookie. Wednesday, April 20, 2011. Teenage Girls, Queen, and the Whitetail Deer Institute. As a teenage girl in Georgia, there are a few things with which I grew up.guns, hunting, fishing, MTV (when it still played music), and of course my best friend. Of those five things, I thoroughly hated two, guess which two.go ahead, you get 5 chances. I'll tell you who, my raised-in-Tennessee father who had only one child.me. Megan a...
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life: May 2014
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life. Wednesday, May 28, 2014. It’s hard to write about this topic. It's hard to separate the truth of my experience with what others think ought to be true, to figure out where my responsibility departs from the responsibility of the men I've known, to figure out how to discuss this in a way that's easily accessible to anyone who might come across it. And why are they so commonly the same thing? Yes, of course, yes. At prom he had a run-in with a rich asshole who’d sa...
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life: October 2012
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life. Wednesday, October 17, 2012. I was looking for a mailing address today when I came across an old email that said this:. I wonder if you reach this stage of brokeness, when you know you cannot be any more broken because what you are is already glass-dust, if this is when the God-lightning hits and melts everything back into something new and beautiful and (please God) whole? I wonder how much of me will blow away before the zapping? Links to this post. No Day But Today.
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life: A Very Good Thing
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life. Friday, November 2, 2012. A Very Good Thing. Griffin was in the bedroom putting clean sheets on the bed, a chore I detest in some crazy exponential inverse of how much I adore clean sheets. I'd taken my wedding and engagement rings off to do the dishes, but as I walked from my bureau back to the kitchen, I saw him standing beside the bed, his arms full of comforter. It is a very good thing. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Meet /Contact The Writer. A Very Good Thing.
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life: January 2014
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life. Saturday, January 18, 2014. I came unhinged last Sunday. I came face to face with something I thought. I understood—the same way I thought I understood how big a deal marriage was. I was incredibly wrong. Fuck everything in sight? Leave the man with whom I was madly in love? Each thing she did was as alien to me as the moon. I found myself thinking, rather quietly, that perhaps. Her grief was odd and a little extreme. Even the slightest little bit of it? I seethed....
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life: November 2012
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life. Friday, November 2, 2012. A Very Good Thing. Griffin was in the bedroom putting clean sheets on the bed, a chore I detest in some crazy exponential inverse of how much I adore clean sheets. I'd taken my wedding and engagement rings off to do the dishes, but as I walked from my bureau back to the kitchen, I saw him standing beside the bed, his arms full of comforter. It is a very good thing. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Meet /Contact The Writer. There...
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life: March 2012
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life. Tuesday, March 13, 2012. Sometime in October, I think, I started seeing a counselor. I saw her maybe twice a month. Before our first visit I typed up an outline, a guide to Mena, if you will, and I sent it to Lizzie to see if I had missed anything. It was three pages long. She wrote back to me: Mena, you. Are not on here at all. Then I got it. There were 3 pages. Of problems, but I had nothing. Leave me. It was sad. I was sad. I don’t have to work. I can take the time ...
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life: I Just Can't.
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life. Saturday, January 18, 2014. I came unhinged last Sunday. I came face to face with something I thought. I understood—the same way I thought I understood how big a deal marriage was. I was incredibly wrong. Fuck everything in sight? Leave the man with whom I was madly in love? Each thing she did was as alien to me as the moon. I found myself thinking, rather quietly, that perhaps. Her grief was odd and a little extreme. Even the slightest little bit of it? I seethed....
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life: July 2012
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Upside Down: The Writing of a Life. Thursday, July 12, 2012. The Problem with Forgiveness. The problem with forgiveness is simple. It feels like you're letting yourself off the hook. Links to this post. Labels: American pit bulls. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Meet /Contact The Writer. Donate and make me a little more autonomous! The Problem with Forgiveness. Black Hole Yard Sale part 2: Also, Facebook-jitsu part 2. No Day But Today. Ancient Wisdom of a Seoul Sista. The Emancipation of Mulan!
