Searching for Stories
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Searching for Stories

I’m always searching for stories. I love to wander through the antique store or vintage shop and imagine all the lives these objects have lived before. In early April, I was weaving my way through rows of vintage clothes, stacks of blue and white Pyrex dishes, and mid-century modern furniture when I came across a basket of old postcards.

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Alone, In The Woods
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Alone, In The Woods

A flash of light blinks through the window and you freeze. No one should be here. No cars should be coming down the long gravel driveway on a Tuesday night in October. You feel your heart beat faster. Your eyes dart to the door. It’s locked. Your heart skips a beat.

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Leap of Faith
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Leap of Faith

Standing on a tiny platform high in the air, I looked around, taking in the birds eye view. I peeked at the ground below, hesitated a little bit. Gathering my courage, I took a step off the Leap of Faith. Plummeting to the ground, I shrieked in exhilaration and terror, laughed with relief as the rope caught me and my feet touched solid ground.

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Hand Carved Birds & Little Wooden Chairs

Hand Carved Birds & Little Wooden Chairs

When I was five, my grandfather died, and the kindergarten circus was at the same time as his funeral. My memories of the two things are all mixed up: it was the first funeral I went to, and when I think about it, I remember jumping through a hula hoop meant to be a ring of fire at the circus dress rehearsal and also my parents checking me out of school before the actual circus for the funeral, walking to the car, confused about what death really meant and what a funeral would be like.

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