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All Those Wasted Hours

Remember high school? The now-outdated hair styles, crispy 90s bangs or garish Y2K highlights, strolling through the hallways, flanked by boys in pleated khakis. The ring of the bell and slam of lockers. That constant confusion that seemed to hang...
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Give Me Fiction

Small and fat with a tiny, bendable key that unlocked your thoughts, a bright fabric-covered lined notebook, or a more grown-up black Moleskine with its heavy vanilla pages: I think at one point everyone has kept a diary. Or at least started one. I...
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Searching for Symbol

So a Symbolist and a Decadent walk into a bar. The Decadent drew a sketch on the bar napkin for the Symbolist… Don’t know that one? Imagine that. I very much wish I was clever enough to make up the rest of the joke, but even if I was, I’m...
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How It Stirred You

  While the summer sun is a lulling warm touch, the Fall breeze has a way of stirring you, a way of kicking up the dust inside you and bringing that stored sunshine to the surface. ...
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Remember When?

Think about how you filter the world around you, how the intention you assign to an action and the way you recall your own actions creates the particular way you view the world. Your perception of your experience also builds your perception of...
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The Great American Shoe

The perfect summertime shoe is Minnetonka’s Thunderbird Moccasin. Cute and quirky, released in 1960 and still going strong, the shoe is as classic as Winnie Cooper in cut-offs on a banana-seat Schwinn. Think barbeques, beach houses, sundresses on...
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In Pursuit of Light

A little girl runs around the yard on a sticky summer evening snatching at the air trying to grab the fleeting flashes of light dancing in the dark. ...
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Keep on Playing

Perhaps the last time you played games has not been since your last bad relationship. Hard to imagine sometimes, but mind games aren't the only game out there. ...
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Linnea in Pigalle

In planning my brief trip to Paris, I can't help but think about my precocious obsession with French impressionists. ...
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