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Honey Attracts Bears

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Old pain feels like dried up blood. Crusted remains of something that was once alive. A stale smell, a sinking vortex. As dark as velvet and as all-encompassing as a migraine. Sometimes I would get caught up in loops, unsure of where it started and ended. My mom would come out to tell me it was time for dinner. I’d tell her I was playing hopscotch, but all the while I was retracing my steps to figure out just when…

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Pepsi Stained Lips + How Writing Helped Me

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It all started when I was seven-years-old and my father almost died. I was young, naïve and laughing amongst my friends as we sat, staring wide-eyed at the large screen in front of us, devouring buttery, salty popcorn and sipping out of bright, red paper cups. Vivid, little Dalmatians scampered around, the pudgy one complaining about his growling, empty stomach. We laughed that childish, high-pitched laugh only children can pull off. And all the while, my father was dying. It…

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Foraging for Words

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I followed a deer to my home. The first time I happened upon it, I was scared. Viney thorns and ivy crept up the sides of the walls and cotton ball style smoke billowed from the chimney. The deer stepped on a stick causing it to snap, and I fled. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was less than a week when I found myself standing outside of the house, again. Only this time, I had found my…

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Why We Went Tiny + What “Mindfulness” Means to Us

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Tiny House Nation // Why We Went Tiny + What “Mindfulness” Means to Us My father was a psych major and worked as a social worker and at half way houses for years before they shut them down and he continued his path that lead to working with computers back in the 80’s. It was evident to me at a young age that I acquired his psycho-analytical mind — always wanting to better understand the drive, intention and “why” behind…

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Tiny House Nation // April May Jewelry

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April was another trade out that resulted in more than something tangible. Upon opening, wearing, and loving her jewelry, I started to learn more about the lovely lady behind the elements she worked with. All of April’s pieces are handmade + a portion of each sale is donated to aid domestic abuse survivors. The name “April May” is April’s own mantra that “she can” and has when she became her own survivor of domestic abuse. Being surrounded by thoughtful, genuine…

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