Thanksgiving, Ferguson, and The Hunger Games

Warning: This is a controversial post on a controversial subject. If you don’t enjoy having your assumptions challenged, please close this tab now and feel free to return when I’m writing about lighter, happier matters.  Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. Not least because it’s one of the few times of the year when…

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Journal: Recovered

To all of you who diligently supported my quest to have my journal returned to me when it was lost last month, there is good news (several weeks overdue): My journal was found by a fellow Southwest traveler, who is humble enough to have requested anonymity. The journal, it seems, fell out of my bag…

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What Happens When You Don’t Like A Book You’re Supposed To Love?

About four weeks ago, I took a book out of the library that I was supposed to love. A good friend of mine recommended it to me about a year and a half ago and it had been on my to-read list since then. Looking for one last ‘literary’ read before harvest sets in and…

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#StandWithFerguson

I originally had written out a blog post about literary fiction and publishing that I was going to post for today’s #MondayBlogs post. But then I sat in a hot tub with four other white people while the riots in a suburb of my hometown, St. Louis, rage on. While police shoot rubber bullets and…

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An Open Letter to Southwest Airlines

Dear Mr. Gary M. Kelly, C.E.O. of Southwest Airlines, and everyone else from the top of the chain on down, As humans sometimes we are confronted by moments of inexplicable sadness, happiness, confusion, exuberance, love, or anger. As humans we also experience moments that are 100% explainable – moments of grief that lead to sadness.…

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Hit The Road: Kerouac, Johnny Cash, Pink Floyd, and Bikes

Watch this video full-screen. Trust me.   WE WERE NEVER BORN from Dosnoventa on Vimeo.   I’m off to the wilderness of Oregon to do something that looks vaguely like this. I’ll be gone a few days, so enjoy yourselves, be kind to others, and remember to take a breath every now and then.

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Amira Vs Adulthood

When I was a child, I used to dream about being an adult. “Gosh,” I thought to myself, “I can’t wait until I’m tall enough to put these dishes away without climbing on the kitchen counter.” Or, “I can’t wait until I’m old enough to not listen to my parents when they tell me to…

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[Untitled]: A Poem

I wrote this poem spur of the moment, as a very dear friend of mine recounted the many ways he loves his fiance. I am so honored to be a part of their story, and to my readers, I cannot honestly recount how deeply their story made me feel, for there are no words to…

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