My grandfather was a hoarder. Not as bad as what you see on TV, but several areas of his home were filled with boxes and piles of stuff. The basement was the worst. I always got the heeby-jeebies going down there, which I attributed to standard basement creepiness....
The first time I heard about ecstatic dance I rolled my eyes and shrugged it off as some hippie nonsense. I envisioned a bunch of people with lots of body hair pretentiously and annoyingly gyrating with cult-like verve, replete with body odor and intense eye contact....
How can a firearm have more rights than a woman? What is this messed up country I live in? Forced birth in a nation where gun violence is the number one cause of death for children. Forced birth in a country that offers no universal childcare, no universal healthcare,...
I’m a worthless piece of shit. That’s the narrative that played in my unconscious mind for years. Though I was sometimes aware of feeling this way, I didn’t realize how it permeated everything I experienced until a cataclysmic event sent it careening to the surface of...
As a child, I loved playing with Matryoshka dolls. I would study each one, taking in the similarities and the slight differences between them. I was fascinated by how they fit into each other, how they were all separate but were also all one. Nowadays, when working...
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