Come & Go

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You hear yourself say it, but you probably haven’t associated it with physics. ‘When one door closes, another door or window opens.’ Here, a vacuum is created, and matter goes to fill an empty space. Everything depends on physics. Regarding our personal lives, people come and people go. Trite and true. One can only hope, the next iteration is better than the last.   The grandmother of a Chinese woman I know says, ‘whether in joy or in pain, learning to see it come and watch it leave, with the same steadiness of heart is the key to peace of mind.’  I told my friend, ‘This is another version of Stoicism.’   Things evolve through time, yet stay the same.  These two aforementioned thoughts have been on … Read More

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Buyer’s Remorse

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She spent over $300 on a bottle of perfume. In the moment of purchase, she felt high on a new drug. It was ludicrous. This was the first time she had ever used her own hard-earned cash for such a superfluous transaction. She grew up under a budget. She learned to stretch her paycheck and rub the green off a dollar. She now lived anticipating the next bill due. But this extra cash, she said it was ‘burning a hole in her hand.’ She may have lived on the lower-income scale, but she still managed to associate herself with moneyed people and occasional luxuries. Fancy clothes, fancy jewelry, fancy meals…they weren’t new -just not at her expense. There was always a current … Read More

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Mirror, Mirror

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She sits Indian style on the floor in front of a full-length mirror. Before Youtube and Youtube tutorials, this is how she first learned to do her makeup. A friend trained her in eyeliner, mascara, and lip liner with the mother’s Chanel products. A certain standard was being set. For many years afterward, she would sit on the floor doing her makeup.   We learn things on the floor and stand up to do them as adults.   She is grown up and sits at a vanity with a smaller mirror bordered by strobe lights directly in front of her. All the years of laugh lines, smile lines, and worry lines are illuminated. What does she cover up? What does she admire about herself?   There are many … Read More

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The Transient Ones

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In a child’s bedroom, the ceiling is painted navy. Glow in the dark or sparkly stickers are affixed above to give an illusion of sleeping beneath a galaxy of stars; to play pretend at falling asleep under a personal solar system. This child will likely grow up to like science, too. Environment predicts and enables so much.   There was one period during my elementary school years in which as many as thirty vintage hats were tacked to my bedroom ceiling. I have no idea how they were acquired, but when one has more than two of anything, outsiders view this as a collection in waiting and start giving you more of this thing. (no one needs this) I would lie there reflecting … Read More

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Exposure

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Every thought and curiosity; every confession and self reflection; every crush and heartbreak; every daydream and plan-for and fantasy; every hate and shame. From whimsy to grand scheme, all had been transcribed meticulously into a journal. It held the culmination of the last year. It lived in a carryall during the day and beside the bed at night. And then just like that -in a snap, it got left behind on a bus. She would never see it again. She felt raw, like she had been folded inside-out. She cried for days. This was the most mortifying thing she could’ve imagined.   ~~~  Amber’s phone is plugged into an outlet on the bathroom counter while she showers. There had been a … Read More

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