narrative
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I never met my great grandmother Velma, she died some years before I was even born. Based on photos and my mom’s recollections of her to me, she was a short woman with a big personality and an uncanny knack for fiber arts. 20 years after her death, my mom drove our minivan three days…
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In 2013, the city of Melbourne assigned ID numbers to trees and gave them an email address, allowing the public to report downed branches or disease. Instead, people wrote love letters to their favorite trees. Everyone can write a love letter to a tree in their past. I can. Dear maple tree in my backyard,…
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In 2022, I was forced to leave the best job I’d ever had for a number of reasons — not the least of which being that I technically was not allowed to have it past graduation in the first place. The pandemic let a lot of things slide. I found an adult job at a…
