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Hood-burbs: In between living

Growing up, I always wanted to live somewhere pretty. Instead, I lived somewhere pretty… meh. Not so bad in the immediate vicinity unless you looked down while walking on the sidewalk. Those colored dots of green, red, and blue weren’t glass in the soil next to the trees.

Those were the plastic tops of crack vials, often surrounded by shards of broken glass and dog poop. This was a poor and working class…

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I write to reflect on & learn how to live more authentically, slowly, & intentionally in a culture that dares you to go against the grain.

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I write to reflect on & learn how to live more authentically, slowly, & intentionally in a culture that dares you to go against the grain.

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