New England
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Donning a checker-print jacket and celestial dress, I found peace and quiet on a busy October Friday in the Peabody Essex Museum. The first hour or two, my feet led me to maritime exhibits and galleries I’d missed on my first visit. My impulses couldn’t resist returning to something familiar, though: the Japanese art room.…
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“If you want to fly, you have to give up what weighs you down.” – Toni Morrison This fall, I’m learning that welcoming new things means letting a few old things go. I feel myself stepping into a chapter where I finally get to soar into the bright light of fulfillment and make things happen…
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As ideas batter on my brain’s door and the posts queue up, I notice my writing becoming increasingly personal. Words that vice-grip emotional bruises litter my screen and notebook with each writing session. Memories reel through my brain like a film roll on rewind with each key and pen stroke. My timeline stretches before me…
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Downtown Providence — stuck in February freeze and cold much the same as my first couple months in single life. Only my own layers protect me from winter’s bite. My brain ventures through good and bad memories while the armor’s donned. Weird Providence wasn’t the original plan, but here we are. Before today, I’d never…
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Seeing myself has become strange recently, and that strangeness keeps me from executing series ideas I was excited for. Ghosts swirl within my chest down to my stomach with each glance at myself — mirrors, cameras, recent selfies next to old ones. Since childhood, I’ve known the waltz between self-love and self-hatred, long strides alternating…
