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The Great Unknown and Me

The Great Unknown and Me

Thalassophobia first came to me at 6 years old, when the Atlantic Ocean was swallowing me whole. My hibiscus print swimsuit and L.L. Bean rash guard couldn’t protect me against the wicked currents that thrashed me around in Ocean City. My mother stood on the […]

To The Writer Inside Me…

To The Writer Inside Me…

I know how your knuckles itch with words your mouth is too cowardly to speak. I know how sometimes the spit under your tongue feels more like a lyrical puddle than saliva. I know how weird that sounds to people who don’t have someone like […]