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I Nearly Killed You

asphalt-automobile-automotive-125514I almost ran you over—but I didn’t. It wasn’t you, but the person who was walking across the street in that strange way that you used to walk looked just like you.

I only had a moment to look at that person’s face as I quickly rounded the street corner in my car extremely late for work. That person had no idea what thoughts ran through my mind.

That person was oblivious to how close I was hitting them. They looked back to me just as I looked back at them through my rear-view mirror, and all I could think in that swift glance was that I almost ran you over—but I didn’t. Read the rest of this page »

Timelessness

accessory-antique-assorted-859895I had a read a text riddled with anxiety and worry. The words pushed for a more detailed answer and begged for better news. “We have plenty of time,” I texted my best friend, “the wedding is months away.”

My friend quickly typed back as if to shake me back into reality from a distance. “Yeah, but it’s already May.”

May? What had happened to the rest of the year? One moment I was thinking about the end of February, and within the next blink of an eye it was the end of May. I had so many other things that I had planned to do by the end of the year, and the world was already spinning into the second half of the calendar. Read the rest of this page »

The Digital Footprint You Leave Behind

blogging-computer-desk-34658When I was a child, I became obsessed with the idea of leaving behind a piece of my life after my death. I thought seriously about time capsules, taking ample amounts of photographs, and recording the major events of life while I was alive from my own perspective.

Too many trips to the library and a newfound love of pushing my nose into the insides of the “Dear America” books had made me believe that I could be like one of the lead fictional characters of those books who detailed incredible events that occurred throughout the course of history from their own viewpoint. And it was at the age of eleven that I had begun writing in a diary.

One of the first events that I recorded in my diary after receiving the blank wide-ruled diary with an obnoxiously bright blue fuzzy cover came just after the two World Trade Center Towers were struck by planes in a terrorist attack. I felt, in that moment of jotting down my thoughts and feels on 9/11, that my decision to keep a diary like the fictional children in the book series that I had come to love was the right choice. How else was I going to look back on the important times in my life?

Then came the birth of social networking and blogging. Read the rest of this page »

The Story Of My Life

book-2572013_1920There are two rules that I try to keep whenever I venture into a store. Number one is to never shop for groceries on an empty stomach unless you plan on purchasing the entire snack aisle, and two, never walk near the journal and book sections at your local Target unless you plan on buying a very unnecessary armful of items that will cost you a small fortune.

I broke my second rule and found myself naively skipping down the notebook and journal aisle at Target right next to all of the children’s school supplies and the trendy office décor wide-eyed and ready to rack up the charges on my Target card. I ran my hands of books that gave writing prompts, listed lovely sayings for productivity and motivation, and ones that had pretty covers and empty pages. But I ended up resting my hands on a notebook with a cover that read, “The Story of My Life.” Read the rest of this page »

Checking In With Parallel Universe You

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Photo by Lee Davy

A soft buzzing sound began to emanate from within the confines of my purse. I fumbled around for the source of the noise for another two short sessions of unceasing ringing before pulling out my cell phone and answering it.

“Pizza or fish tacos?” There was no “hi” or “hello,” just the question asked with a bit of urgency attached to it.

“Uh, hello, to you too, sis,” I responded.

“Pizza or fish tacos? Quick, I’m coming up on a turn.” The voice was, apparently, traveling by car and had called me in a panic asking for dinner choices—nothing new. Read the rest of this page »

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