Category Archives: Personal Identity

She is given a task that morning, one that is not grand or unique. She has carried it out a hundred times before, but today her thoughts get muddled and bleak. Some days it seems

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from Dr. Zhivago, or the 40’s film noir epic. It means victorious, like laurel wreaths.  An overcomer.  Epic.   I could have been Holly or Angela or Christina because I was born on Christmas Day. 

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I was teaching but I went to the movie Mamma Mia, ten times, just to get him off my mind.   My mind was on the porch where he said, you will be back you

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I have been her kind.  – Anne Sexton     Who doesn’t trade her scholarship for cucumber facials, herbal essences, or swap recipes and gossip.   Whose wrist doesn’t drip with bling and grandmother’s wedding

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At 13, I learned that quitting is a solo act, but success is a team effort. In 1988 I entered high school an obese, unpopular, D student. I wasn’t interested in high school for the

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  How could it have been worse? Not only the three-hour drive, mostly into the setting sun, and their wooden conversation, mostly about nothing, but in the last half mile of forest, just before they

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Breeze blows coolly in through the window Black morning sun as dim as streetlights’ glow Air never tastes this good, eyelids never fight this hard to close   The sun at its zenith is like

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