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To zombie, or not to zombie? (Why even ask?)
6:45 a.m. I wake up for work, rubbing my eyes, trying my best not to hit “dismiss” on my phone alarm. I get up about ten minutes later, and walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I look in the mirror and I look like hell. I get over it. I put on my … Continue reading
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When my grandfather passed away, I moved into his old room. It had the best sunlight in the house. “Very cheery,” my mom would say. After his wake, family friends visited our house to pray and show their condolences. Half serious and half playful, they asked me, “You’re going to sleep in your grandpa’s room? Aren’t … Continue reading
On a dreary Monday morning, even the sun says to bug off. It sleeps in—unlike the millions of other worker bees who continue on into their morning commute. Each drone slowly coming down from their weekend high. Today I woke up at 8:30 AM. Not at all missing my nine-to-five, I took advantage of my … Continue reading
Growing up I had two main role models: my sister, Lorraine, and my mom, Norma. Both changed my diapers when I was one, and both made fun of my clothes when I was 15. They dealt with my adolescent “You just don’t understand!” phase, and years later, I’m proud to say, they finally saw me … Continue reading
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