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Coffeehouse
This essay is being written in reverse. I had the title in mind long before I sat down to write it, before I even knew what the content would involve. I just love the word “coffeehouse,” and I love the idea of the coffeehouse, so I decided to name one of my essays “Coffeehouse.” I did this last week, and I felt pretty good about it. I just didn’t have the essay yet. So I brought my laptop to a coffeehouse, where I now am, at this very moment, sipping some coffee and examining the scene around me with eager, interested eyes. In a few moments, I intend to write the essay. But I still don’t know what it is going to be about.
By Michael Vito Tosto4 years ago in Humans
The Lemon Dress
My mother will tell you I always had my own taste in fashion. I would wear dance costumes to the library. I would wear plaid vests with mixed print clothes, tights, and sneakers. She always let me dress myself and never tried to stop me. There were one or two times in my teen years where she drew the line and said 'no,' and looking back on it, it was for the best and I am grateful for it. My mother and father have beautiful, classic, timeless taste. As I got older, I learned to adhere to a lot of those classic rules: white shoes belong on brides and babies, your shoes should be darker than your legs, look at yourself before you leave in your outfit and take off one accessory, and it never hurts to look your best. No, they did not invent those rules, but they are great rules to live by.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Humans
Dried Herbs + a Dream
Sixteen year old Sun sat at a similar set up: four dust-loved concrete walls and a window with a sliver of the sunset smirking through. Smoke from her favorite incense stick unfurled into the air and filled the room with notes of citrus and sweet vanilla. Eyes closed and body centered, she followed along to an “Open Your Third Eye in 30 Minutes” guided meditation on YouTube. The low, heavy voice called her to focus on the midpoint of her forehead.
By Sun Sanchez Mena5 years ago in Humans
The Radical Rendezvous
Picture this: You’re invited to an exclusive event. A get-together with a small, curated guest list of strangers. Each of you has accepted the invitation with the promise of an off-the-wall, super social, ridiculously memorable experience; but the catch is, the event itself will remain a mystery until you get there. A few days prior, you receive a single clue: a quote from Mark Twain. “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
By Nicole Utley5 years ago in Humans
