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About A B

"There is all this untouched beauty, the light, the dark, both running through me." -Over The Rhine

This Is A Story About A Fearless Girl I Once Knew

When I arrived in New Delhi, I knew no one. I had no real plan, other than to see the Baha’i Lotus Temple, visit Gandhi’s grave, and eat in hole in the wall restaurants alongside the locals. I was only … Continue reading

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Amor Fati

I had this sudden memory this morning. I am sitting in the basement of my childhood home, and my only light is a full moon I can see through the small window at the top of the cement wall. I … Continue reading

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But First

The cold must have hit them like a blow from the club. That’s how the darkness descends upon the world. But first, the shining moments. A shared flinching of the brain’s temporal lobe. A profound appreciation for what it means … Continue reading

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The Cerebral Cortex

Studying for the EPPP on what I would normally categorize as a gorgeously perfect fall day, except it’s January and I live in L.A. now, so it’s actually winter, but every draft of crisp air that sweeps through this room … Continue reading

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A White Woman’s Grief (a blog post written while eating an acai bowl at an overpriced juice bar after attending a meditation circle)

I was watching the steam rise from the lavender salt water, stretching my aching thigh, taking in the way the hot air mingled with the flame coming from the vanilla candle I placed on the side of the bathtub. Then, … Continue reading

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The Place Where The Light Enters

The day after the election, I decided what I needed was to go for a short hard run. I had spent the day in a fugue, after having unsettling dreams throughout the night, and spent my lunch sobbing in my … Continue reading

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Memory While Listening To “Where The Hell Are My Friends” by Lany On the Commute Home

“This program is perfect. It’s everything I want,” I sighed into the phone, as the sun set gloriously over Santa Monica Pier. The sight of the sun sitting on the ocean at dusk felt  disorienting. I was so, so far … Continue reading

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