justina forever
putting one foot in front of the other since i could walk
Category: writing
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I was hanging up art with my dad when an irate stranger wielding a shoehorn appeared at my door. Then things took a bizarre turn…
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A short reflection on a frog dissection website I made for fun in high school in 2003, with the original page and context.
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Alarm. Snooze? No. Get the fuck up! Index card on bathroom mirror: DRIVE CAPACITY DISCIPLINE. Aggressive? Don’t second-guess yourself. Shoes on, out the door. Time to run! Darkness. Serenity Prayer a song in your head to the rhythm of your gait. God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to…
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This post is a little late, but I am happy to declare on my blog that my story, “The Boyfriend-Sweater Curse,” appears in Sharp Notions: Essays from the Stitching Life, alongside writing from twenty-seven writers in Canada, the US, and beyond. How cool it is to hold my story in my hands, but cooler still…
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How do I begin to describe Jessica? We came into the world together, and it’s hard to pick one memory to share. But as I rolled through the movie of my life with her, I found a pattern. In the darkest memories of my childhood, Jessica’s not there. She’s not there when I’m biting other…
justina forever 