Letters to me;

  I wish I could write a letter to my 10-year-old self. Gangly, awkward, innocent. I wish I could tell myself to spend my weekends sleeping on the trampoline instead of worrying so much about bugs and monsters and bad guys. I wish I could go back to elementary school days and parachutes in PE […]

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Delicious Ambiguity

Delicious Ambiguity.   At any given moment in time, there are FAR more things that you don’t know in this world than things that you do. What’s the square root of 9456? The capital of New Hampshire? The founding fathers of our nation in alphabetical order? Even things as minute as the exact price per […]

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