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Money CAN Buy Happiness
Everyone always says “Money can’t buy happiness.” Tell that to the homeless people sleeping under bridges and panhandling for change. Tell that to the roughly 38 million Americans who rely on food stamps in order to afford eggs and meat. Tell that to the college students working two minimum wage jobs while working for a…
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My Skill: Learn Any Language
You read the title correctly. If I were to master any skill, it would be to learn any language. Not to learn language instantly or already know it instinctually, but to be able to learn a new language in an adequate amount of time, in spite of my ADHD. Knowing a second language is useful…
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Message to My 20-year-old Self
Twelve years ago I was in a very precarious position. I moved away from home for the first time to live with a man in Ohio that I met online. Said man got me pregnant with my first child, and I recall being pregnant on my 21st birthday, staring longingly at the Patron from across…
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A Guide to Healthy Boundaries in Romance
Step 1: You Are Not Perfect Everyone believes themselves to be the expert on healthy adult relationships. The fact of the matter is that most people carry toxic traits from their adolescence into their adulthood, usually without realizing. Step one of setting healthy boundaries is recognizing that no one is perfect, least of all you.…
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My Happy Song
One song that never fails to improve my mood and get me thinking, “I can do this!” is a Matchbox Twenty song that really flew under the radar. They came out with a new album, Where The Light Goes, in 2023, and the second song of the album is Wild Dogs (Running in a Slow…
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The Fear of Loneliness
I had a very common fear, I think; the fear of being alone. You could take this any number of ways. It could mean alone in a romantic sense, alone as in estranged from family, or alone as in the last person on Earth. For me, personally, I was afraid to end up alone without…
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Reflections, part 2
“What’s the matter?” asked Mercedes, Rocío’s mom. Her hair was dyed black, but her roots were flaxen blonde. She was already seated at the kitchen table by the time I trudged out of the bedroom. “You look tired. Didn’t you get any sleep?” I shrugged as I entered the kitchen. “I’ve just been having weird…
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The Red Door
For the past several days, I had the same recurring dream. In it, I stood a little over two meters from the red door, and in each dream I took a step closer. The last thing I wanted was to go near it–to see whatever the door had to show me. I wanted none of…
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Sisters of the Shadows 