Issue 2
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It was the fall of 1997. I was singing professionally as a lead vocalist in a Christian music missions group, and we had stopped in Seattle for a performance. Along the water was a very nice restaurant called Ivar’s on the Water. Lining the walls of the candlelit interior were a series of black-and-white photographic…
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The Gazebo In my mind, I found a wall. It was an old wall made of old bricks, covered by a tangle of winter-dormant vines. I stepped up to it, peered closely at the bricks, and noticed that each one had something written on it. A brick here that said, “You told your best friend…
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Stupid
I grew up thinking I was stupid. Though my dad never actually said it out loud, my stupidity was definitely confirmed regularly. It was the…
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Earning “Earned Secure”
There’s a quiz you can take online. Sixteen questions, Likert scale, it takes a few minutes. At the end, it tells you how you tend…
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A Letter to Little Me
Dear Little Me, Come here. Not because you’re in trouble. Not because you did anything wrong. Just because I want you close enough to feel…
Gingerpithicus Frisii 