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  • Why I am a Seagan

                    The word ‘Seagan’ has not been officially added to the Oxford or Webster dictionaries yet, but Wikipedia defines ‘Seagan’ as: “Being or relating to a plant-based pescetarian diet in which some seafood (in essence, finned fish and shellfish) is incorporated into an otherwise vegan diet.” When I first heard about this word, I had…

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  • Forced to Choose a Path

                    Every time I think of a fork in the road, I think of the Robert Frost poem “The Road not Taken”. We did an analysis of this poem in English class in university, and it has stuck with me ever since. At the time, I thought Frost did just an amazing job of romanticizing…

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  • Der Krieg wird nicht mehr erklärt,sondern fortgesetzt. Das Unerhörteist alltäglich geworden. Der Heldbleibt den Kämpfen fern. Der Schwacheist in die Feuerzonen gerückt.Die Uniform des Tages ist die Geduld,die Auszeichnung der armselige Sternder Hoffnung über dem Herzen. Er wird verliehen,wenn nichts mehr geschieht,wenn das Trommelfeuer verstummt,wenn der Feind unsichtbar geworden istund der Schatten ewiger Rüstungden Himmel…

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  • Tuna Salad and a Coke

    Last night I had a dream I drove by my old childhood house in a white 1966 Shelby GT350 and picked my mother up for lunch. We drove to a decrepit little mom-and-pop diner in my hometown and went inside together. She had been telling me a conversation she had with my aunt about the…

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  • November seems to be the month for revisiting the battles you have endured throughout the year and reflecting on what strength you will be carrying into the next year. Some of us have gotten used to not knowing what to expect or what is right around that corner. In an ever-changing world, we either treat…

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  • As it has been for many of us during the last twenty months, this pandemic and period of waiting for me has been trying mentally to say the least. Of course I would love to be one of the people who learned a new language (I definitely could use it), or found a new workout…

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  • Size Eleven: Part Two

    Size Eleven A short story written by Rinn Ever I had been at my distant relatives’ house for only forty-eight hours when they announced the trials. I remember thinking that they must have had this plan collecting dust on the “In Case of Aliens” emergency shelf at Area 51 for years. They’ve just pulled it…

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  • On an afternoon walk one day, I noticed for the first time that some of the Pines near our place had started to change colors. It’s nice to notice other trees like Oaks and Walnuts changing colors and shedding their leaves for the Fall, but these pines changing and shedding worried me. I looked up…

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  • This week, I was in a particularly doleful mood when I woke up one day and I decided to watch the first two episodes of Apple’s new show, Foundation. I must have been in a particularly susceptible disposition because I thoroughly enjoyed the escapism offered in the out of world CGI of the show. I…

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  • Size Eleven: Part One

    Size Eleven A short story written by Rinn Ever I realized with a jolt of the Jeep that I had been daydreaming. It was the first time I could recall that I was not actively consumed with what would happen next. As we drove on, the sky consistently changed colors around us. The deep dark…

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Rinn Ever is a immigrant first and foremost. Coming from a land that people come from, she has traveled this world looking for an expression. Ever is just like you and me; thinking thoughts that escape out of the back. Writing gives the illusion that we can express something. Feel something, and get it out.

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