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Changing Horses

Changing Horses

If you’re reading this, you may already know that I’m in the midst of a transition period. I’m moving back to St. Augustine. In fact, I’m moving back in with my parents. At 27. Although I’ll be living in the RV on their property rather...
Some Thoughts on the Election

Some Thoughts on the Election

On November 5th, 2016, I took a deep breath before I filled in the oval next to Hillary Clinton’s name for the second time. She hadn’t been my first choice, although I’d known my Florida primary vote for Sanders was almost certainly a goner as soon as I’d cast it. But...
27 by 27

27 by 27

Two weeks ago, I turned 27. I spent my birthday alone, a temporary citizen of nowhere, dragging myself and my belongings through a series of airports. My tri-legged journey from Tampa to Dublin, the result of a crazy-sick fare sale and subsequent impulse buy, landed...
Hello, Goodbye and Again

Hello, Goodbye and Again

  In February, I discovered only minutes before boarding my flight to Nashville that my on-again-off-again, emotional self-waterboarding experiment of an ex-boyfriend might be moving there for work. I’d never been to the city before, at least not for any...