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Continue reading →: Title Here
Okay, let’s do this. I’m staring at an empty page on Google Docs, ready to write. I’m always ready to write, but now that it’s just me and this blank Google Doc, it’s actually time to do it. Should be easy enough. I’ve written plenty before. I have a whole blog for goodness sake, this isn’t a new task at all. Physically, it’s probably one of the least taxing activities out there. Maybe there’s a risk for carpal tunnel, but I’m not so sure. Let’s just say that the risks to writing are pretty minimal. I love talking. I love…
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Continue reading →: I Had a Secret
A very well-kept secret. I’ve had it for years—decades, even. I’ve always waited for the moment people find out, when everything clicks, when the mask drops and I am exposed for what I really am. On one hand, I’m impressed that no one has put together the pieces. On the other hand, my nervous system reminds me I have yet to be caught in every waking moment. Every test I’ve ever submitted, every email I’ve ever sent, every deliverable I’ve ever completed threatens to expose me. In the spirit of giving, I’ll divulge—so long as you promise to never tell…
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Continue reading →: Fine, I’ll Do It
As the Washington Post crumbles in the wake of fascist leaders who feel a bit too on the nose, I have no choice other than to stand in where the Washington Post has fallen. Let me be clear—I don’t want to. We shouldn’t have to rely on twentysomething-year-old journalists with a WordPress blog to report on news, to offer some perspective on diplomatic issues, to hypothesize the broader effects of Trumpism on the world and what it means for our future. That’s a lot of work that I don’t want to do. Don’t get me wrong, I stay informed—I’m a…
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Twenty-Something Year Old Journalist 