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Serendipity is when you find yourself in the right place at exactly the right time. It’s also an incredibly cheesy movie starring John Cusack (worth the watch, though, if you’re alone on a Friday night with pizza and a bottle of wine.) Allow me to be equally cheesy and say that “song”-endipity is finding a … Continue reading Day 3: She Used to Be Mine – Sara Bareilles
Summer drives are one of my favorite reasons to be alive. (There are many.) Last year, I drove across town every night for rehearsal for a show I was in. Every night, I’d come around the S-curve through downtown Grand Rapids and come face-to-face with the beauty of our little midwestern city, specifically the huge, … Continue reading Day 2: Broke – Bear Attack!
I’ll never write an autobiography. It’s too much work to write about myself. (But Audrey, you have a blog. Yeah yeah. Whatever.) It seems like in order to write an autobiography you have to have an impeccable memory of exactly how things have happened to you and exactly when they happened. I can barely remember … Continue reading Something New, and Day 1: White Night – Hayden Calnin
It’s fairly safe to say I won’t be opening my heart up for awhile. I’ve been in two relationships, and both of them were emotionally abusive in their own way. Both of them played deeply into my present anxieties and trust issues. In the first, he didn’t even want me to call him my boyfriend. … Continue reading What is My Worth?
In a traditional Passover meal, it’s common to partake in bitter herbs. A seder often includes an herb called maror, which literally means “bitter.” The word bitter comes up a lot in the book of Exodus, probably because the Israelites don’t really look back on Egypt with a whole lot of fondness. But they looked back on it nevertheless. … Continue reading tasting our bitter herbs.
She was a late bloomer. When the other girls wore mascara in 7th grade, she zipped up her favorite hoodie and wondered why. (She looks back on pictures now and knows why.) But she didn’t care. She wanted her books and her music and her laughter, not the attention of a prepubescent boy. Some people … Continue reading Ode to the Girl
Audrey D. DeBoer 