Category: Inciting Incidents
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Doing Christmas Wrong
It is Saturday morning. The majority of Midtown Harrisburg is still, the result of those relishing the laziness of a day off combined with the scattered few still recovering from HMAC hangovers. And a marching band begins to play. I open the door, and behind me Liz comes bounding down the stairs. “Is that a real…
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Hornet’s Nest
I had a dream the other night. I dreamt that I was with two people; one was a friend, and one used to be a friend. And I began to tell my friend about the time I had a hornet’s nest in my bedroom. It started off with just a small, papery notch in the…
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The Child Grows Up
This week has got me wanting to be a kid again. What I wouldn’t give for that. Childhood is a state of pure, simple, in-the-moment life. If there is danger, your parents scoop you up and protect you from it. The worst reason you will ever cry is if some kid pulls your hair and…
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The Land of Looks
Happy belated Thanksgiving! I’ve been so busy in the past few days that I forgot to post. While I didn’t have my traditional Thanksgiving dinner — in Massachusetts, with the parade on in the background, fighting for the seat at the table next to my Grandad, watching one cousin avoid vegetables and laughing at the…
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Stressing Out About Stress
Sometimes the universe starts physically hating on you for not having a handle on your life. I’ve been trying to manage my stress levels this week. I have discovered — or more accurately, rediscovered — that I am painfully not in control of my own body. It does what it pleases: when I’m nervous, it…
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Rapunzel
If there’s a place for one’s sorrow to crawl, then let it crawl. For one’s pain, embarrassment — for one’s inability to tear down one’s past view of the future. To stare at it and see it as foreign, a canvas once put up that bleeds into the wall, forever imprinted. To be sorry, not…
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All Work and No Play (aka A Very Skewed Worldview)
This week, I had two unexpected sick days. This means that I had two days to sit and analyze myself and realize, among other things, that I’m a bad writer. Okay, clarification time. I realize that some people are going to get mad at me for saying that (*cough, cough* Mom), but I don’t mean that…
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Sickly Sam and Her Teachable Moments
I know, I know. It’s been two weeks since I’ve come back from my trip to Romania, and I have been woefully silent. I apologize for that. I promise there’s a reason behind it… but I’ll get to that in a minute. First, let me break you the bad news: I will not give you…
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Deafinitely Beautiful
I know I’ve been fairly silent since I crossed the Atlantic Ocean, but don’t worry: I am safe and sound with mi hermana. I had to wait in Budapest for a day and a half to be reunited with her, but reunited we were, and then we crossed into Romanian territory. Becky and I set…
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Kick-off
When I was looking for flights out of the country, I figured it would be appropriate to fly out of Boston so I could make a quick visit to the Cape and see my family. Man, I make good decisions sometimes. Though I always manage to only be home for a day or two, and…