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Part of a healthy balanced breakfast, or the myth of procrastination

I love Lucky Charms. I love that, like Pop-Tarts and Dinosaur Egg Oatmeal, it is very nearly pure sugar that has somehow conned us into believing that it is a nostalgic breakfast food and not a decadent, once-in-a-blue-moon dessert. The commercials tried so hard, too: an aesthetically pleasing bowl of Lucky Charms with the perfect…
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Little weird flowers

Sitting next to my keyboard as I type this is a cheap, 4×6 pink notebook. Like any good writer, I have more notebooks than I know what to do with, a few of them half-filled and forgotten, most of them empty and piled in a box, waiting for some project or other to frantically fill…
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I like your elephants!

My freshman year of high school, the only year I took art, I was assigned the task of making a sculpture that was at least four feet tall. To the best of my recollection, it could be anything we wanted and made from any materials. (Normal people made giant soda cans and person-sized pencils out…
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To the stars on the wings of a pig

I named this loose collection of newsletters “Earthbound but Aspiring” mostly because I couldn’t figure out how to not give it a name and still get the site to display correctly, and a little bit because Steinbeck’s pigasus was the first sticker I saw on my coffee table that lent itself to a catchy title.…
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Bran donuts, popcorn, and other metaphors

I am currently in a book club whose only rule for picking books each month is that it’s an easy read. Jobs, personal projects, and the general busyness of life made easy reads seem like, well, the easiest way to go. Of course, this means we read a lot of YA and genre fiction, especially…
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This may be a terrible idea.

I recently watched a show on HBOmax called The Newsroom. The premise, more or less, is that a news anchor and an executive producer get fed up with the infotainment aspect of modern news shows and the impetus of ratings and views, and they decide to create a news show that offers real news and…