My First Journal (And Why I Won’t Burn It)

I read an article, or conversation, in the last issue of Poets and Writers I received. It was three poets discussing the freedom of destroying old journals and why they had destroyed their own. As I read the article, I felt so sad. I was sad because they had destroyed all their keepsakes from another age, and …

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Curating the Bookshelf

In most aspects of my life, I have outgrown the idea of quantity over quality. I focus on how nice my things are and less on how many of them there are. The only place that hasn't been touched with my new grown-up way of looking at life is my bookshelf. It's just too crowded. This picture …

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