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To All the Twenties I’ve Been Before 

Dear twenty-seven-year-old Caroline,
Quit your job.

Life After the Second Year

What if we chose to invest like we’ll be here for ten years or more, and that investment became a reality?

Putting My Underwear on Backwards

Perhaps my first mistake was expecting that I would ever entirely grow out of it.


So Happy Birthday, Kendahl, and cheers to twenty-nine. This year is going to be the best one yet.

To Clean Out a Room

I don’t like change, and I am an anxious person. Nice to meet you.

Returning (A Love Letter)

First, this is a poem to say thank you
for taking me back to Budapest.

Help Is a Four-Letter Word

Help Is a Four-Letter Word

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I scour the wall for any ledges, any possible edge to rest a hand or foot. Nothing. The drop to the next balcony I would guess is eight feet. Not impossible.



Nowhere else in this big wide world of ours can you find a life-size Michael Jackson and Princess Diana made entirely out of marzipan.

The Biggest Sucker in Budapest

The Biggest Sucker in Budapest

Don’t look back, keep walking, project confidence, don’t run, keep calm, almost there, almost there, almost there – RUN! Lose yourself in the crowd!

My Adventure in Your Home

My Adventure in Your Home

However, when I found my predecessor’s clipboard, book of short stories, and spatula scattered around my room, I was tempted to see my move as a predictable step on an already well-worn path.

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