Category: Daily Writing
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D-d-d-dear.
I wake up thinking about this specific sensation, with the immediate urge to put words to it
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The Moringa Tree
There it came and went. A week of drinking tea. Maybe a week and a half. She thought about it, with an urge to brag. I am not a coffee drinker anymore, she would lie to herself, putting the kettle on. Then she would say “kettle” to no one but the boiling water, with an…
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my city, my
Espresso mascara to brighten my eyes. Speeding on Dale Mabry. Raising my hand in the middle of a conversation, but the words that pour out feel unimportant and stupid. Buttoning up a dress that smells like I wore it already, and by that I mean: orange blossom, amber, soft musk, and the woods. Every season…
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Rana
Beneath the soft red glow of my kitchen light, as I make my morning coffee, I count the orchid blossoms that have finally fallen as I notice a neighbor (she lives in the apartments across the street) go outside in a long, gray wool coat. There’s a special protectiveness of people hovering around me with…
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little dogs vs big ideas
Yesterday I saw a quote from Toni Morrison circling with lots of reposts and a steady mix of people agreeing with it and people pushing back against it. I don’t know much about Toni Morrison. I searched her and felt simultaneously impressed and intimidated. I tend to flinch at quotes like this because they feel…
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In bocca al lupo
A quick physiology lesson on a woman before her period: progesterone drops; serotonin dips; emotional thresholds lower; unmet expectations land harder. Admittedly, one out of four of those things is specific to me. Today, for some reason, my anger feels louder. Anger is just extreme hurt in wolf’s clothing, and I’m so tired of being…
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2026
Keys rattle gently from the brass doorknob of the backdoor I nearly forgot to grab on my way back upstairs. I stop mid-hurry to notice the stillness of Little Bay Lake in its icy, dark blue state under a holy night sky. Humid air and a restless orchestra of crickets try to make this an…
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Thought Carousel
Instead of swiping through a photo collection with the caption “Lately!” or “2025,”here are six thoughts from the week between Christmas and New Year’s. Peppermint spirits in my coffee. Arranging my mother’s fresh-baked cookies on her dessert table: Earl Grey shortbread, cranberry almond biscotti, dark chocolate–chocolate chip. Realizing, shit, the paper doilies on the table…
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Under an Ultramarine Sky
Date night at the historic Tampa Theatre. While I hold your hand, I forget there are no cup holders or anywhere to put popcorn here. So off my beverage goes onto the floor. Popcorn must stay nestled in my lap. “The best popcorn you’ll ever taste. Really!” is a true claim. Every bite is the…
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to live for eternity
It’s strange, I don’t remember Thanksgiving much as a family and I’m not sure why. I wasn’t a food-motivated child until grief and separation made me reach for comfort. I don’t think of holidays in terms of sitting around the table and considering what was on my plate. What privilege, I know. I think of…
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“To be lost and to be found, that is the life span of love.”
Ever get so sick of your own brain that the only solution is to dive deeper into what it’s consuming or loving? Yeah, I don’t know what I mean by that either. IT’S A LIST, BABY! 1. A perfume fixation When I was a young girl, my mom worked as a makeup artist for Chanel.…
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Dosing 🎧
I’m sorry it would seemyou intrudedin this moment where my feelings of safety have beenruptured. I have been told, “You are the eldestdaughter, despiteyour birth order.” I’m sorryit would seemyou caught me at capacity.I’ve beenholding a networktogether for too long, and I’d like to stop. I notice sometimes,those one or two line doses feel like…
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Transluscent Gloves
I’m trying to make sense of what I narrated in my Voice Memo app this morning. I’d like to turn it into something. I keep thinking of translucent gloves: wet and buried in mud. It feels like the stack of unanswered text messages sitting inside my phone, open loops that go against my character. Against…
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Superhero Vaginas
I curse thee algorithm and our phones listening to us. The last ad I saw was: “Your vagina is a superhero.” All because I’m admittedly both curious and interested in learning about perimenopause. I can’t help myself. I know what my hormones do to me thanks to PMDD; I’m not about to finally experience relief…
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the Moon in Leo
Sitting on the cold floor in a patch of warm sunlight, with Gigi circling me.I text my boss, “I’m working from home to watch her.”She’s been on the mend from a pancreatitis flare up, and I think we’re finally in the clear. I kept her (and her seriously stinky butt) out of the crate and…
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Boom Boom Math
This equationhas no resolution.Light floods a roomwith someone who is see-through,and one who looks away.Inside the gaps that feedan undercurrentof creative selfishness,I hopelessly look foran answer that lives insidemy finger makingdoodles across water vapor trapped on glass.Later, on a chilly firewood scented evening,I touch shoulderswith friends.Their laughtergrounding me,reminding meI’m fine with whatI don’t understand.(Daily Writing…
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not being real
From a second-floor balcony, I hear a sneeze that sounds forced and theatrical, followed by a friendly hello.
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Marian’s Bike Rides
She’s become a familiar landmark, like the curves of the road she glides through effortlessly.