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Travel Pain

We all settled in for work from “home” days together (it’s a corporate girl summer after all).

The pace of the game, a deterrent to some, feels to me like the perfect match for a slow summer night.

by Lauren Cole | Aug 11, 2021 | 1 comment

The muskrats giving glimpses of their heads before diving back underwater—all that I was seeing was so very fragile.

No, I have not heard the new song by The Weeknd and I don’t plan to, because I’m different.

No one ever saved me; no one ever knew I needed saving.

And often I decide that these excuses are all stupid and that I’m failing the world and God by not taking more drastic action.

I stood with a clump of counselors somewhere around midnight, watching the torrential downpour jarred by flashes of light.

I chalked it up to my self-control, which crumbles under the doldrums of summer—I could no longer resist the siren call of romance novels.

I knew that each page contained not only a tune, but also a message about who we were and who we ought to be—often pious and self-assured.

I couldn’t remember what it felt like to have something left at the end of the day.