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Marked

One day, her first love asked her to go with him to get a tattoo and she decided to mark herself with an image of the flower she was named after.

You Don’t Understand

My supervisors all tell me you never forget your first patient.

No Strings Attached

The concert was that night (THAT NIGHT!), so I ran upstairs to change. I hoped to find something trendy, something that would let everyone at the concert know that this nine-year-old could ball.

Hips Don’t Lie: The Story of a Broken Bone & A Broken Ego

This is also the first time I ever took ibuprofen.

A Brand New Bag

You have to choose a direction every single day and hope you’ve chosen right.

First, Grow Up

First, you’ll notice that the world isn’t just orange push-ups and Math Blasters on CD-ROM. Then, you’ll notice that there are people with Flip Glosses, hair straighteners, and boyfriends.

Dulce Domum

Dulce Domum

by | Nov 23, 2017

But to return to reality, the sweet normality of home becomes sweetest after absence. The familiar is defined by exposure to the foreign and new.

First Frost Wine

First Frost Wine

Gather the large stock pot (it’s in the basement), a pillowcase from the linen closet, sugar from the pantry, the glass mixing bowl, and a yellow packet of yeast from the refrigerator door.

The Tax Bill Of the Rich, By the Rich, and For the Rich

The Tax Bill Of the Rich, By the Rich, and For the Rich

There are elements of the bill which are so obviously giveaways to donors that its almost comical—for instance, there are tax exemptions for owners of golf courses and private planes.

Out and Back

Out and Back

And I realized these are the first things: not medals or adventures, but the cinch of laces around a foot and reliable slide of mud and bitter perfume of sweat rising like smoke off shoulders.

The Broken Streak

The Broken Streak

I’ve developed this existential dread of that First Failure, but I can do something about that. I can have as many First Failures as I have Streaks, if I want to.

Reticent Wizards and Founding Fictions

Reticent Wizards and Founding Fictions

“Merdarth, general of the Dark Lord’s army, stood, terrified, before the Orb.”

Economics + Gymnastics = Fantastics

Economics + Gymnastics = Fantastics

One reason is that we can get insight into human behavior by comparing what people should do in this situation (if they want to maximize winning probability) to what they actually do.

Seeing Things Again

Seeing Things Again

There’s a Dutch phrase about the Dom, my grandpa claims. “See the Cologne Cathedral and you can die.”

If Dog is Real

If Dog is Real

Isn’t there a certain bit of wonder involved in math when it’s stripped down? Even when solving proofs, the first line is given.

I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS

I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS

Then one day it occurred to me how insane it was to keep a journal on the family computer.

Begin to Hope

Begin to Hope

I have no dancing around my bedroom with a hairbrush microphone to Britney Spears to look back on. That’s because I didn’t listen to anything other than CCM until high school.

Young and Brave

Young and Brave

My body went hot, my hands shook with James’, and I felt again for the first time in over a decade what it really feels like to fear your peers.

First Person

First Person

You are always you, always becoming you. You’re always your own first person, over and over and over.

The Ones

The Ones

I grew up knowing that I would not date a woman unless we were going to get married. No pressure, you’ll know when you know, but figure it out and don’t mess it up or your entire life will be ruined.

I Want to Believe: Conspiracy Theories and Trump

I Want to Believe: Conspiracy Theories and Trump

If you look at any conspiracy website, this is essentially the narrative you will find.

First Light

First Light

Crowds of people stand with their backs to the colors, their eyes on their phones or on the train tracks. “Turn around!” I want to say, “You’re missing it.”

The Death of What You Thought Was Your Soul

The Death of What You Thought Was Your Soul

The last time I knew who I was I had acne, four AP classes, and a Bible in my senior photos.

Imagining Homelands

Imagining Homelands

I’m named after my father’s homeland, a place I know very little about. Because he’s dead, Indian culture is not something I absorb in my everyday life.

Confidence in the Flesh

Confidence in the Flesh

The right idea about me is that I am a confident, empowered female person who rejoices in her sexuality.

First of Something

First of Something

When I was eleven, the barn cat we kept outside to catch mice had kittens.

5 Get-To-Know-You Games That Almost Made Me Drop Out of Calvin

5 Get-To-Know-You Games That Almost Made Me Drop Out of Calvin

I wonder, though, if we haven’t forgotten what vulnerability actually means: exposure to harm, physical or emotional. I wonder if we’ve glorified vulnerability.

First Drafts

First Drafts

My real fear is not that someone will think that I write poorly, but that people will think I write without having anything to say.