But remember, for some of us, words do have meaning, how they are used is important….
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I feel the measure of a society is how its businesses appeal to consumers and portray their produce.
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You were not lying on lounge chairs next to an abandoned pool in a cheap New Jersey motel.
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I dropped the needle of the old vinyl edition of This Is The Sea somewhere towards the end of side two.
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The word “loss” is the same whether you’re talking about your car keys or your baby.
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My hospital does not do rape kits. This bothers me but not enough to make me quit.
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Sometimes your life and work can achieve the sort of convergence that feels like something more than coincidence.
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Level 1: I am running under the bridge, metro cars of the Maelbeek station above me. Acrid smoke. Helicopters, ambulances, mobile networks down. Fear for loved ones. Chaotic information – ...
I pursued my husband right into a hermetic hut with four stonewalls and one stone roof right there in our first apartment. And then I dogged him some more. I ...
I was twelve when Dad passed away. Bhaiya was the closest I had to a father for the greater part of my life. Losing him was like losing my father ...