There are mornings when I wake up with overwhelming rage. It seems to come from a neglected part of myself—the unapologetic, not-so-nice girl that I’ve suppressed for far too long. It’s the version of me that doesn’t conform to societal expectations of goodness. Was I ever truly nice, or was it a facade? More than mere pretense, I think it…
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The Demon at Your Door
August is here and the garden remains unweeded. The hydrangeas that once brought me joy– one of the few things I looked forward to, would not be blooming this season. They were alive, yes, but my mother, armed with good intentions and a garden shear, cut them to the ground. They will come back next season, at least that I’m…
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Certain Things
There are certain things I try to remember when I’m feeling uneasy. The last time I had quit my job, I felt the anxiety kick in almost immediately. After all, it wasn’t just a job I was leaving, I would also leave behind a life–my starter life. It was the first life I had lived truly alone at 27 and…
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Life as a Magazine Intern
For an unpaid intern, I’ve got quite a few deadlines on my plate. This isn’t something I begrudge, as I actually enjoy the work I’m doing and see this as something valuable in the long run. To be fair, the work is less than what I’d be expected to submit in school. Two interviews, an article to be fact-checked, and…
