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Philosophy

I prefer my meat boneless, skinless, faceless

I've been in a weird sort of forced-vegetarian state since I've arrived in France. Despite passing more than four butchers on my walk from home to work every day, I have only purchased one meat product: a rotisserie chicken. Why? I have no idea how...
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What makes you a writer?

Even since I was a little girl with my nose stuck in a book, I've wanted to be a writer. And I keep saying that I "want" to be a writer, even though I write every day. I write blog posts, tweets, letters. I write about the things that inspire me,...
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It doesn’t count until you write it down

I rarely leave home without a yellow tablet of paper that contains my life's to-do's separated into quadrants. My hyper-organization is a result of my awful memory; if I don't write it down, I absolutely wouldn't remember anything. It's also the...
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The bitter aftertaste of trying new things

Before leaving for France, I swore that I was going to be openminded and try all sorts of new things. While I haven't gone back on my word, I'm realizing that openmindedness comes at a price: the awful aftertaste of something that just wasn't that...
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The real world is whatever you make it

A year ago today, I became an official college graduate. I drank a Bloody Mary at 6 a.m., walked across the stage in a gold glittery cap and accepted a piece of paper that pushed me into the next socioeconomic class. If you had asked me then where I...
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