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My Montag Moment

I sat at the dining room table, the smell of tomato vine greening my hands after tending my garden. How had I been suckered by fear? The...

A Horse, My Dad, and Me

It's been three years since I was on the back of a horse. I turned the corner to a glen aptly named "The Runway" and fear struck my very...

Throw That Phone Away

Walking across the bridge this morning, a girl on a blue bicycle whizzed by me and it wasn't until she'd passed that I realized that she...

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