The runway is dark and the air is heavy with humidity. In the last twenty-four hours I’ve transited through five airports, three countries, and spent seventeen hours in the air with my…
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“I think I’m going to give alcoholism a try,” I say only half-kidding. “I think I’ll just drink myself into a stupor for the next two weeks until I board the plane…
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My Dearest Rebekah, Here is the letter I’ve been promising to write you, all about Love. It’s a love story and we’re part of it, but it’s not really our story. It’s…
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Once in awhile I’ll get an email from a woman on the brink of something she’s not exactly sure of yet. She’s at a crossroads of sorts. “Should I take the leap…
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I’m finding it difficult to write anything right now. I haven’t been on Twitter, or Facebook, or anything resembling social media. I’ve been listening to the same Rhianna song on repeat for…
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My mom is obsessed with space. She always has been. I remember watching Space Camp as a kid, and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen every single version of Apollo 13 ever made…