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So I wrote a Young Adult novel a little over a year ago. Well, I don’t know that you could really call it a book. Let’s call it a draft. The book was originally to be named Speech, but as the story developed it was changed to Please Be Mind. This is a title you [...]

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The hardest part of writing is realizing (or accepting) that I have something to say. It’s laughable how pitiful the voice in my head is for whispering at me incessantly and, at the same time, telling me I have nothing to write. Scandalous. So, what do I have to say that others don’t, or won’t [...]

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I have people in my improv class who center me. I just need to hear them speak, and I’m zeroed in. They’re black guys wearing big brown boots and cornrows, constantly blasting down the wall of racism and judgment I thought I was too conscious to have. They’re white guys wearing big jackets and jeans [...]

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Honesty time here: I started blogging because I thought it made me look cool. It’s hard for me to remember that first blog, but my vague recollection is of a Blogger-hosted collection of thoughts and writings from my day. I even had a little counter on each post announcing how much money I had in [...]

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I find myself explaining my depression to people like this: It’s like I unknowingly swallowed a slow-acting poison pill. For the first few days, everything would seem normal. Then one day, my arm would fall off. That would kind of freak me out. I’d look at the hole where my arm had been, and wonder [...]

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I’m sitting here at the Academy of Art University student library. I am starting to get an incredible headache, and I think it’s because I’m sitting in my own little sharpie den. You know those cubicles that are in school libraries to help you focus? I swear mine has it’s own ecosystem. I can smell [...]

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I wrote this piece for “Poetry Day” at my improv class. It certainly helped me relax into the group. Enjoy! I used to be The one that was loud Wore clothes that would sparkle Stood out from the crowd I used to be The one that would share His entire life story To whoever cared [...]

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The first time I heard his voice, I was in my mother’s office. I pulled an audio-cassette from a rack of audio history she kept. There were songs and tapes from every era – Motown, doo-wap, jazz, what I called “hippie music”, and…him. Well…at least I thought it was a him. Michael Jackson inspired me. [...]

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