thoughts
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Memory moves like in quiet streams threading through the underbrush of the mind, or they are swollen rivers carving the soft earth of who we become. Some days it trickles. Other days it floods, rising without warning, swallowing whole landscapes we thought we had left behind. We like to think of memory as fixed and…
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Some fairytales aren’t always about love… but loneliness.
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The American South has a way of speaking. Down here, the air holds onto secrets, sorrow, and the quiet weight of being human. South Louisiana has its own way of revealing what lingers. Here are some ways Louisiana hints at her secrets… Every reason has its own secrets that are slowly revealed to…
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We pass people in the hall and say, “How are you?” but we don’t really stop to listen because social protocol says we answer with ‘fine’ or ‘good’ and keep walking. We believe no one really wants to hear your life story. Society has created this environment where we have to literally pay someone to…
Black Ink and Parchment 