Writing
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Don’t read on if you are expecting anything in particular. Don’t read on because you feel obliged to do so as my friend, or as my family, or as anyone who feels like they should do anything for any reason other than wanting to. Because this is very much a post about rejecting the omnipresent…
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A brilliant mind once said, “It’s all about the love.” That brilliant mind was an eight year old version of myself with whom I believe I have very little in common. She liked pink more than purple and was afraid of the dark, thunderstorms, and Harry Potter. She wanted to be a dog groomer. Quite notably, a…
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On an unnervingly warm day in Chicago, the whole of Jackson Boulevard flooded. The tumult of over 150,000 voices overlapped, rose and fell, glazed the thoroughfare in the music of resistance. Chants of opposition, cries for the bodies of women, ownership of the streets, and the righteousness of democracy swelled under the hot sun, a gold dust miracle on…
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It is my first post of 2017! Hello, new year! Hello, resolutions that will likely peter out by February! Please, stay awhile! (Especially you flaky resolutions. I see you loitering by the door). This year is different in that I, like I’m sure many people have, grown up a great deal. I am not setting…
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“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” – Ernest Hemingway. I am offended by the blankness of the page before me. If this page had eyes, they would be watching me expectantly, waiting for my next move, taunting me with the blink, blink, blink of the cursor, hungry for…
Eliana Jordan 