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I’m writing to you from a dentist’s office today. During my skincare routine this morning, I decided firmly that I would not let the time waiting for Dustin’s dental procedure go to waste in a beige vinyl waiting room. At best, I hoped it would be an opportunity to practice writing from an environment that… Read More
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January in the Midwest invites a recurring visitor, one that arrives donning its proudest protesting attire. It boldly states, in Arial Black font, “I DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS COLD,” and if it had a face, surely two rosy cheeks, cherry ChapStick, and a pair of tired but resilient eyes would be looking back at… Read More
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Introduction: A Lavender Field Full of Bees I didn’t expect a lavender field to bring me back to myself. But standing there—surrounded by hum and bloom, bees weaving through the purple haze—I felt something stir in me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. A remembering. A quiet knowing that my story is still… Read More
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When I was in elementary school, I was taught to title my short stories and reports after I was finished writing them. Younger me resented this, because coming up with the title was my favorite part. But time and time again, I found that if I didn’t heed my teacher’s lesson, that I would find… Read More
Through the Garden Gate
Elizabeth Modene 