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4.4.24 Just Us Adventure
I feel myself chasing Time with a frantic earnestness I’ve never known before. I track memories, moments, and potential picture-perfect images I’m terrified (if not taken) I’ll forget.
He is sixteen. He is one spring break, one summer, and one school year away from deciding where his next chapter will be, and who it will be with.
God. This love. This surreal experience of seeing the mischief…
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3.13.24 Shadow Made for One
This piece is for mothers, and daughters, and all the places love can’t reach … even when it tries.
Would it help if I said,
I didn’t mean for things to happen this way?
That somewhere in between the thick fear of nature
and the thinly veiled preservation of nurture–
I actually had the audacity to hope …
with a periwinkle whisper of a chance,
that I might protect you
Why?
How could I be…
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3.4.24 Seeker of Marvels and Curiosities
She is classic. She is beautiful–wonder-filled and magic. She is the reminder that we can be feminine and fierce, filled with both temerity and tenacity. We can be a thousand contradictions and remain whole. We can be a war of emotions and perceptions without compromising ourselves. We can be healed the moment we admit to our brokenness.
This spring, I invite you to read and write with me. Pick…
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2.16.24 Pink Trees
On the nights where I can’t fall asleep
for fear of falling
or sleeping too long
for fear of time slipping away–
I try to remind myself
to easy and
s l o w
I tell my thoughts to stop running
I tell my heart to stop racing
I tell my mind to keep pace with the space that it fills
and nothing more
I close my tired eyes
and remember that we live in a world with pink trees
and it is this…
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2.3.24 Dimples & Scars
There is a dimple in my smile
that belongs only
to her
When I hear something that would have made her laugh,
I laugh …
until my
smile
s l i p s
remembering its place is with her
and the dimple becomes a scar instead.
She would understand this
I think–
for she had many scars,
and all of them were
beautiful
Each telling its own story
and now … it would…
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1.7.24 Book of Lists
It is always such a pleasure when I find that my words have wound their way into the beautiful world of Bella Grace Magazine. The Bella Grace Book of Lists is an especially fun combination of all the things we find ourselves wanting to make the time for. I hope that you will find a moment or two to pick up a copy! Let me know your favorite list if you do!
Love and listicles,
Elle
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12.31.23 Wonder
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.” ― William Blake
This winter, I have had the longest break from teaching and writing that I can honestly remember since becoming an adult. At first, as always, I had the most grandiose plans to do, do, do. I am happy to report, that life had other plans, and I found…
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12.17.23 My Words
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.” ― T.S. Eliot
Sometimes I hear my words
and I am outside of myself
surprised by the bitter-edge on my way to the point
the sharp, not-so-subtle barb
the lancing blow lacing my tongue
Is that my voice?
Was that my intent?
I ask myself too late …
because I know what I’m doing–what I’m…
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11.20.23 Playlist
I sift through songs
rewinding lyrics
lingering over a particularly well-drafted golden sentence
I pause and lean in …
reaching for the barely-there,
left-over feelings.
I scrape from the remnants of someone else’s words …
trying tangibly to connect them to my own experiences.
It isn’t enough.
How much better would it be,
I wonder
if I were able to create a playlist of my most precious…
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11.1.23 Same.
“They all say that it gets better, it gets better the more you grow … they all say that it gets better, it gets better, but what if I don’t?” Olivia Rodrigo
There are moments I see my reflection
and I see myself
really see myself
And I’m not always sure she’s who I expected
I both recognize and surreally don’t comprehend
her tired, but still dreaming eyes
her well worn, but still present…
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10.15.23
“The most wonderful and amazing people are those, who are true to themselves … ” ― Anamika Mishra
She is the one I turn to
not when …
always
She is the one
Of all the opinions I stand to gain
hers is the one I lean into
learn the most from
keep
When my spirit is anxious
hers is the voice I count on
to bring me back to myself
She knows me
all the secrets I don’t even acknowledge
she…
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9.18.23 Temporary
There is something essentially,
almost desperately beautiful,
about temporary things …
like some cosmic paradox
allowing you to somehow appreciate
more,
that which you know
you can’t keep.
Is it the thing itself that you love …
that you crave?
Or is it the bittersweet burn
of yearning for something
you’re only allowed to hold onto
for a moment … if even that long…
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9.7.23 Forty-One
“I am happy to report that my inner child is still ageless.” – James Broughton
Tomorrow, I will be forty-one … and oh goodness, it seems like an impressive number. I can’t say that I love all of the signs and symptoms of aging, but I can, with genuine sincerity, admit that I am undeservedly blessed.
I work with a brilliant woman who happens to share my birthday, and we were recently chatting.…
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8.18.09 Live Worthy
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8.4.23 Wonderland After All
Give me white rabbits in waistcoats
and topsy, turvy paths that lead to N o w h e r e
Give me curious and curiouser
when life tries to get me to confirm that I will conform
once
and
for
all …
which I won’t
I have no interest in being ordinary
in “What makes sense”
in “Practical”
in “It might be for the best”
The genius of the Mad Hatter would never say such things;
he would never…
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7.23.23 Dear Sixteen
Dear Sixteen,
I remember you.
Vividly.
I remember every first with you …
there were many,
and I am grateful for each of them.
I also recall that you were fond of questions
doubts
insecurities
and endless curiosities.
Again–I’m grateful,
on this side of you.
The thing is, there is someone else …
someone unbelievably important
who is about to meet you for the first time.
He is an…
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7.11.23 Haiti
When I was in high school, in 1998, I read an amazing historical fiction book about the Haitian revolution. It was called A Taste of Salt by Frances Temple. Originally published in 1992, this book focused on real politics, leaders, and events, but with fictional lead characters whose story took place in and around the events that occurred. The novel was heart-wrenching, and its imagery became a…
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