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This is being back on campus: The other day, on my way to my office from my first class, I passed a guy playing a guitar and a harmonica, just standing there with his back toward the pond and the clocktower, facing the waves of students going to and from class. On my way out [...]
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From the Archives: Flux

Last year, after I came back from Congo I felt weightless and changeable, and this year I’ve been thinking about that time, and times like it. When we moved to North Carolina. Just like that. Packed everything up and left, just me and Jesse and our cat and our mismatched stuff. The feeling of leaving [...]
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Gracie Girl

Jesse and I moved to North Carolina in June, five years ago. Hard to believe we’ve been here that long, hard to believe it was five whole years ago when we packed everything we owned into a U-Haul and a little band of cars and drove along with our parents several states north (and further [...]
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On Mourning the Housewife

All right then, since we’re on Awkward Topics, let’s talk about my employment status. Let’s just go there. I suppose the technical term for me is “underemployed.” I’m not unemployed, a distinction I feel is important. But the job I have is decidedly not full-time. After I graduated with my MFA in 2008 (yeah, we’ll [...]
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Lost

I watched a video on CNN.com today about a man who died underground in the mine explosion, and his family talked about how he loved mining, how it was his life, his passion. And in the wake of a disaster like this, everyone wants to talk about how dangerous coal is, how it pollutes the [...]
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What I’d Rather Not Think About

Yeah, and there are other things that are harder to talk about than good days and waffle toppings. Like, how the older I get the more terrified I become of losing my parents, and how more inevitable it seems. I am not coping well with their aging, with the knowledge that one day, assuming we [...]
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Memories

The closer Congo gets, the more I want to go someplace else. I’ve been stuck in the house, for the most part, for a week now, and when I’m bored I just troll around travel websites, picking out vacation houses in Key West, looking at hotels in Tokyo, reading travel blogs about Morocco. I’ve got [...]
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