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Face to face with Ground Zero

Amidst the papers, the photos, the holiday themed snow globes and a lone Hilary Duff caricature, my childhood home left behind a bevy of sentimental offerings when the second of my two parents passed away. From birthday cards and divorce papers to love notes — handwritten on computer paper from one parent to another, not a stone was left uncovered […]

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Live and let hoard

Yesterday, a handful of friends and I came face to face with a dozen donuts, two pizzas and a two-story house that was no longer mine. Somewhere in between the initial assessment and Sarah unintentionally rummaging around in the ashes of my dead cat, we came to terms with my mother’s incessant hoarding. From decade-old […]

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In defense of thighs that touch

A good friend once asked, on the 90 degree side-streets of a spring break in San Juan, why my legs chaff. I stopped walking, mostly to let my thighs gasp for air, but also to bite back, “because I am appropriately proportioned and a moderate size.” On more than one occasion during that six-day shit […]

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On losing your virginity to the Used

I’m not sure what’s funnier: the fact that this actually happened or that sometime between 0:45 and four o’ clock in the fuckin’ morning, I almost asked to turn it up. Rock on. #tbt

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Cancer can’t kill Kid Rock

I pack up what’s left of my adolescent bedroom, once plastered with poorly ripped pages of Seventeen magazine, high school horror stories and Sharpie, now a deep teal I had taken months to pick out of a catalog with two “grown-up” Home Goods boards full of precious moments (up to and including my 21st, 22nd […]

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On life, loss and our crazy, wild, drunken family of friends

“We’re already in our twenties and lost, let’s not get lost any further.”

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22 life lessons learned by 22

1. Pop the champagne in an empty room. Every time. Run at the sound of “champagne showers.” 2. Sleeping on the cold, hard floor of Grand Central Station never, ever feels good; no matter how many watered down shots you took or tables you danced on before passing out in the cab-ride there with a […]

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You’ve seen me naked, you can say “hi”

Originally published by thecollegetownlife.com, now dailypregame.com. Happy re-reading. Some people are most vulnerable at the end of an uncomfortably sad movie – one where the dog dies or the grandfather never makes amends with his grandson and his wife sees the light before he does. Some are most vulnerable at the end of a chewed pencil, textbook […]

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Elsa is a punk-rocker: what it’s like to lose your best friend

It finally feels like fall as I sit in the above-freezing level waiting room of the ICU at New York Presbyterian. I am drastically underdressed and fidgeting with the sleeves of my mom’s favorite shirt of mine. Just five days ago she asked to borrow it. My aunt Cecelia shares the cold seat next to […]

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College is an ex-lover

I’ve always been a “yes” person. I am that girl that agrees to brunch over Sam Adams Saturday night and, come Sunday morning, wholeheartedly hopes for a text saying it’s a no-go (or better yet, no text whatsoever). Maybe even a natural disaster. But I always say yes. I’ve done so for most of my […]

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