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Last night, I read a poem I wrote in high school about what I thought my life would look like ten years from then. It is exactly ten years later and none of it is

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I’ve been listening to Heavy by Birdtalker on repeat since the beginning of December, and it just might be my anthem for the new year. It’s been a heavy year, has it not? I could

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As I write this, the wildfires that killed at least 40 people, burnt over 200,000 acres, destroyed 5,700 structures, and forced nearly 100,000 people to flee their homes in the past 8 days are still

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One year ago today, after a year and some change of being fully freelance, I said yes to a “real job”. One that meant getting up at 6am (let’s be real, I rarely made it out

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Dear January, Last year, you were the month I barely survived. I didn’t know to prepare to withstand your emptiness, and so I struggled. Badly. Like swimming through quicksand in a lead vest kind of

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I was twelve years old when I was sexually assaulted in the back of a church van on the way home from a youth group ski trip. This is new information to the majority of

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Congratulations, friends… we made it! But does anyone else feel like they need a t-shirt that says: “I survived 2016”? I’d be lying if I said I ended the year anything but tired. It was

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For my birthday, I bought myself a couple plane tickets, a polaroid camera, some film packs, and took a week off of work. After spending that week in the air and on the road, I wish this

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“The world gives you that once in a while, a brief timeout. The boxing bell rings and you go to your corner where somebody dabs mercy on your beat up life.” – The Secret Life

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When it rains, it pours… even in Northern California. If there was a straw that could have broken this photographer’s back, it might have been the phone call I received this evening from the keeper

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