In Reflection

I can’t deny that 2015 was a rough year.  To be honest, it has brought me to my knees in more ways than one.  I’m exhausted, mentally and physically – there have been many times this year when I’ve asked myself, “Seriously – if this is as good as it gets, what is the f**king…

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First World Woes

In my first Sociology class in college, we learned about ‘Socioeconomic status’ (SES for short). By textbook definition, SES is “a social standing or class of an individual or group, often measured as a combination of education, income and occupation.” As my instructor described in layman’s terms, SES is basically the economic situation you were…

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Playing it Safe

There was a boy in Greece.  An intriguing boy, with kind eyes and a warm smile.  Devastatingly sexy native accent aside, I found myself thoroughly attracted to him, and very curious about him.  So, I did the same thing I always do when this occurs.  I put up a huge wall.  I avoided talking to…

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Sometimes, This is Me

Sometimes the darkness is crippling.  Sometimes, no matter how grateful I am for every beautiful and positive thing in my life, I’m consumed by the constant struggles I seem unable to escape.  I’m tired of worrying.  I’m tired of fighting.  I’m tired of people telling me, “Stay positive, something good will happen.” I know these…

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The Woman in the Mirror

A few nights ago, my new friend Sarah invited me to join her for drinks and dinner at a beautiful rooftop restaurant in downtown Portland.  The view of the city was amazing, the wine was delicious, and the company was absolutely perfect.  There’s something soothing about forming a friendship with someone whom you know is…

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Baby, Just Hold Me

Have you ever had a dream about being held by someone?  Just held, in their arms, for as long as you want – nothing more, nothing less.  A dream so vivid, so colorful, so warm that it truly felt real.  It’s as though you could smell their skin, hear them breathing, and actually feel their…

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In Honor of Father’s Day

Dear Dad, I miss you.  So many mornings, I wake up with you on my mind, usually because you’ve decided to pay me a visit in a dream.  I’ll go through the following day wishing I could talk to you, just once more – even though talking was never our greatest strength.  I tell myself…

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