Personal Essay
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The irony…writing this post with half my bedroom filled with moving boxes after three weeks here. If you’ve followed along, you know I moved to Salem on September 1st. What sense does three weeks make? Well, guess who just moved in Salem twice in the span of a month? A record! You’re not alone if…
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Looking back always brings up nostalgia, but there’s almost an eerie magic seeing your former selves through your favorite songs. I delved into 500+ liked songs on my Spotify, and it felt like I dug up bones. Some are fractured, weathered by emotional hurricanes, while some remain smooth. Regardless of state, I do see every…
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I grew up a lover of what people find weird or macabre. Growing up in the woods had me catching toads and salamanders in the yard to entertain myself. My tiny third grade class lizards found their home in my room after school ended. (You’ll have to join our Patreon Coven for a funny story…
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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…
