Tag: identity
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A friend recently ranted to me about all the advice she’d been given about simply letting her issues go and releasing them to the sky like a birthday balloon. How the heck does one actually do this, she wanted to know. Yoga? Therapy? Oprah? Lobotomy? The truth is that you’re probably never going to be…
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Recently, someone called me successful. I laughed. I quite literally own nothing but the contents of one Samsonite suitcase and four cardboard boxes (most of which are filled with papers) and a laptop that’s about to give up the ghost. I’m not married. I don’t have a family. I don’t own any property. And I…
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I count myself lucky in that I’ve always had a good relationship with my mother. I never gave my parents any trouble growing up (unless being a chronic know-it-all counts) and she repays the favor by rarely nagging me about my career, when I’m going to get married, how I dress, etc. The most intrusive…
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In my defense, it was suggested by two friends in the span of one week and I do love collages. That (and the fact I figured it would yield excellent anecdote material for some future purpose) would explain why I spent a quiet Sunday afternoon about six months ago half-heartedly paging through my old mags…
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In a recent email interview (you're gonna dig this one, kids), I asked the interview subject which moments in his current life stand out as ones he would never have believed plausible or possible a few short years ago. The question actually prompted me to ask the same thing of myself. As it stands, my…
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List Served is a weekly feature wherein I present you with an ordered grouping of (at least tangentially) related points. I love lists and the internet loves ephemeral minutiae. It's all good. In honor of the fact that it seems as if I’ve been in transit since June (although the most recent Boston/Montreal doubleheader was…
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A friend of mine was remarking recently about how much she admires people with the courage not to let quotidian concerns stop them from following their dreams and how she wishes she could be this way. Considering this was a woman who arrived from Romania with only two suitcases and a couple hundred bucks in…
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It has come to my attention that we are a generation of closet cases. The idea of the quarter-life crisis is ubiquitous enough to power an entire subgenre of Hollywood films, but no one will actually cop to being in the throes of one, unless, perhaps, you know them well enough to ask point blank…
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“If you want to be an expert, there’s really only one thing you need to do – just get out there and start calling yourself one. Believe me, that’s all it takes.” Photo by Joe Shlabotnik Wise words from the girl sitting next to us at the coffee shop who couldn’t help overhearing our conversation…
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