stretching out remembering names

  • Confession time: I have never really been a poet. I took poetry classes in school because it was a part of my requirements for my major, but I never really felt I could write a good poem to save my life. I was always a novelist, dedicated to my long form and my epic storytelling…

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  • It’s finally here, the day my mom comes and visits me! I’ve got a few hours before her train rolls into Union Station, which gives me enough time to pump out a Monday Morning post and get a few other of my usual things done before four days of cool museums, awesome food, shopping, and…

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