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Keep your shoes on.

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I can’t remember it, but I believe it. Mrs. Bonfonti had been trying to convince me to put my shoes back on for several days. Every time I would come into her class, I would be wearing two shoes. But … Continue reading

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Childhood

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    We started a movie last night. As the first scene opened, I turned to Tim and said: Just remember, this is part of my childhood. By which I meant: This may be a stupid movie, but you better either … Continue reading

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childhood (is short)

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When I was a child, I was certain, so certain that although I was growing older, I would never age beyond childhood. That there would be a reset button somewhere (though my thoughts weren’t this sophisticated at the time), but … Continue reading

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Fat and skinny went to war…

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I was fat and they were thin. Life is very black and white when you are seven. I cannot remember a time when I felt that I really did fit in. When I was considered one of the gang. When … Continue reading

A Monologue of My Feet

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I give you a kiss, and I run in the opposite direction. It’s no offense to you; really. It’s my gut, telling me to run away. Well, running is what we should all do. Run toward what we love. Let nothing hold us back. And when it does hold us back? Get strong, and run from it. Eventually.

Bags packed. Smile on my face. Tears streaming down my cheeks. OH, I can’t help it. Goodbyes are not easy (to perform without crying). Goodbyes aren’t hard when you need them. But goodbyes with no tears? Not possible.

Eyes on the horizon. That line, speaking only of the possibilities that are unknown to me. That’s all that’s possible. In that moment. Are the unknowns. And that’s totally enough.

I love you all. And as I run away from you all, I think about how you’ll be okay. That we all go in our own directions sometimes. That running is all we can do. That running IS the answer. Staying? Staying kills. Run toward what you love.

You ran, right? Now, it’s my turn.
-me

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The Faeries Are Back

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The faeries are back again. They say they’ve never been gone, but I’m sure that I haven’t seen them for more than five years. On my tenth birthday, I wished that they’d stop pestering me. I closed my eyes as … Continue reading

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“We just saw a GIGANTIC shark eat what looked like a person right in front of our house in fishhoek. Unbelievable.”

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I’m in love. She sits two seats to my left in the next row up. She’s a sophomore, and I’m a junior. Her name is Jasmine. Always on Mondays she comes to math class, her strawberry blond hair a magnificent … Continue reading