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Awareness Dawns; Hidden Doubts
My journey to an ADHD diagnosis later in life…to be continued of course! “You are so sensitive, don’t you know it’s a joke?” “Why are you so sensitive?” “You are too sensitive…too quiet…” “Laura is such a quiet, polite young lady.” “She is a good student, conscientious, but too quiet.” As a child I was…
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Snapshots: “Worn” Summer Dress
This piece was created as an example for my Contemporary Memoir class. The assignment, to create a “Worn” story based on the book and Netflix series, created by Emily Spivak. I found the picture in a folder of snapshots tucked away in the closet at my parent’s house. My mom was organizing mementos as she…
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Road to the TCS NYC Marathon: Post Injury Blues
This feels like it is my most vulnerable post yet. I am not sure exactly why, but be gentle. I am currently recovering from an overuse injury, or maybe a series of overuse injuries which have forced me to back off my training. All summer I sat with the pain before finally succumbing after the…
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Enough?
Road to the 2026 TCS NYC Marathon Training for the 2026 TCS NYC Marathon has officially begun. This is a yearly happening for me, and has been since I first gained an entry via the lottery (an 11% chance!) in 2017. After that first experience running the five boroughs from Staten Island to Central Park,…
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Dandelions
Fiction Introduction: I teach an elective Dystopian Literature class for seniors at the high school level. One of the assignments was to take a current event or issue and create a doom and gloom timeline, imagining that issue through a serious of steps towards a dystopian world. Students would complete the timeline and then write…
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My First Pride March
NYC June 30, 2025 I spent this past weekend in Manhattan. I was there to run a few races to earn credit for my entry into the 2026 TCS NYC Marathon and visit a good friend. This weekend also happened to coincide with the NYC Pride Parade, an annual demonstration (celebration) honoring the Stonewall Riots…
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Snapshots: Moments in Time
One of the greatest gifts my self-taught naturalist father ever bestowed upon me was the gift of curiosity. With that curiosity came a deep abiding love of the natural world, which grew and blossomed throughout the decades. I returned from Cape Cod yesterday evening, my husband, three cats, and husky mix, Luna, in tow. We…
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Resistance
Listening to the silent resistance – the heartbeat of ourforgotten ancestors.I am wrapped in pink silk,my bare feet in lush grass,toes gripping – holdingme to the earth, roots sink as my spine -rigid – connects to the voices of the past.My anger is metallic – Sharp and cold – with razor sharp edgesI leak, my…
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