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A River of Rage Runs Through Me

I am filled with rage. I remember this feeling, all too well, from about six months after my stem cells. It hit me like a cement brick on...

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The Drink

Blaire always loved the idea of sitting alone at a bar; sipping a cocktail or a glass of wine. A cherry red stain on her lips, her hair...

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10 Lessons About Living With Chronic Pain and/or Illness

We judge the world based on our own experiences. My experiences in life have been filled primarily with a ton of physical pain. It’s so...

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A Year's End (2017)

Here we are, again. Another year, another 365 days of rotation on a flying space rock, and I still am unsure of what it is all about...

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Unconditional Love isn't real

Unconditional love isn’t real. That’s a bold statement, but hear me out. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard people (my damn self...

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#Metoo

#Metoo by Beth Nintzel “Hey kitty!” I look around and I’m the only one on this section of a very crowded Hollywood Blvd dressed as a cat....

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Morning lies in wait (A short story)

“What are you doing here?” They both stood in the doorway, he on one side, she on the other. The air stale, yet, a seething palpability...

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A love letter (to Los Angeles... a decade later)

I was always someone who colored inside the lines, for fear of punishment, but then I smeared an edge... and broke a tip. I pounded the...

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What does my soul look like?

What does my soul look like? I think my soul is a tiny, foam dinosaur that when immersed in water, expands into a medium sized, foam...

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