Category: Self-Reflection
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Black Rage
I went to the protest at the Capitol today. A few people spoke before the march, one of whom was Harrisburg’s police chief, Chief Carter. He got to the mic, and immediately, the tone of the crowd changed. People began shouting, crowding closer, raising their signs up. A few black people persisted in screaming at…
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The Visit
There are many things I love about Harrisburg, but the one thing I currently appreciate is how you never know what might happen as you walk down the street. Sometimes this takes on a negative meaning, as catcallers still exist (and still have not figured out that their actions are unacceptable). But sometimes the sentiment…
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Not Quite Perfect
It’s happened! My first non-five star review! I’m so excited. Yes, I know, it probably sounds really strange to say that. And it’s also not entirely true – I did get a 4/5 star review on Goodreads when I first published the book, though honestly, I still haven’t managed to fully grasp Goodreads, so somehow…
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Hiking and Friendship (Or Otherwise Titled: Ups and Downs)
I was on vacation, and I was having a terrible time. Well, it wasn’t terrible. The first half was great — my sister and friend and I had gone to Arizona, and made lots of visits to the Grand Canyon and other outdoor attractions in the area. But then some shit happened, and tensions got…
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Society, Anxiety – Those two rhyme, don’t they?
Pull the band taut, Pull it back, flick it, Don’t be surprised when it creaks Under the might of your fingers. The more you pull me, the less I can give, The less I can stretch, The less I can live. I’ve come to terms with my Lack of elasticity, I’ve come to terms with…
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Story Is My Religion
After all, that’s what most religions are made up of. Stories. Structured words that explain our origins, and pain, and where we’ll end up. We tell ourselves stories to understand; we tell ourselves stories to remember. We tell ourselves stories to forget. Story is my religion, and characters are my people. They say that reading…
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A Reintroduction
Hi, I’m Sam, and I am terrible at writing. Okay, so I wrote a book. Sure. But how often do I write each day? A few minutes? Do I even do that much? Author or not, can I even consider myself a writer if I can’t write for even a few minutes each day? I…
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Try Harder (Or, a Happy New Year?)
Today is the release date of my book, The Fields. I have been trying to promote it more than I’ve tried to promote anything else, really, which still means I haven’t tried to promote it enough, because I’m terrible at telling the world to look at me. But nonetheless, I am proud of myself. Not…
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Happy Anniversary (We’ll Make It Happy)
Remember, remember. It’s weird, but it’s much easier to remember the negative anniversaries over the positive ones — which is an irony in itself, since the go-to phrase is “happy anniversary”. Not everyone is so lucky. Some people are routinely surrounded by unhappy anniversaries. It’s not an active choice. Even if there are good anniversaries…