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Shiru Cafe

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meditations on modernity

I have been here fifty-three times      since springtime I remember when the naïve baristas offered      plastic cups for iced drinks      only to watch them float beyond      the caffeinated gates      in the hands of summer swindlers when I signed up      proudly declaring my career…

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in memoriam

mourning ian and missed college tours

I am living this autumn in a hollow timeline of things that should be happening, watching tour guides huddled beside Soldier’s Arch peer excitedly at the SciLi and Ruth Simmons Quad and thinking that I should be there with them. Ian should be there with them. It is still warm despite the shift in seasons….

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three everyday fears

climbing, croissants, and careerlab

Before bed every night, I list fears that rise to the surface. Some are real enough to cast a shadow over my week: midterms, flu season, fatigue. Others are so irrational, I write “not real” in the margins. I think of these as everyday fears: not dangerous, but just real enough to stick. This week,…

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interlocked by five rings

remembering the 2008 olympics

A few days after this past August 8, I was on my way to attend a conference at the National Convention Center inside Beijing’s Olympic Village. While riding the No. 8 subway line, I passed the Olympic Green station. As the car decelerated, the recorded message from the overhead speakers reminded passengers to get off…

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childhood wildwood

a world of pure imagination

Eight years old: I’m a tree climber. I wish for a storybook treehouse in a backyard, where I can keep a tin box full of interesting rocks and dried autumn leaves. But we live in an apartment complex in East Tennessee. No real backyard, no treehouse. Instead, I’ve got a plot of mulch with three…