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"I paint myself because I am alone so much. I am the person I know best." — Frida Kahlo Last night I had tea with Alex, my very first boyfriend. When…
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Lilit
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Things I lost: two pens (one black ink, one red), a pair of flip-flops, an elastic that the wind literally ripped out of my hair. Maybe some of those…
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There are two men who have enhanced the love I have for my particular corner of Brooklyn, each in his own way. The first was my first real friend whe…
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I went to see Bob Dylan play a show in a castle courtyard in Alcala de Henares, a small town outside of Madrid. I was 21, had just graduated from coll…
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I was fourteen years old when I got my first kiss. His name was Mark. He had blond hair, blue eyes, a minor pot habit, and was in my fifth period sci…
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The summer just before I turned twelve my family moved from Orange County, California to Raleigh, North Carolina. My parents wanted us to see America,…
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