Make Me Love Something I Hate

I woke up this morning, like most mornings, to the low buzzing of my Fitbit alarm. I bummed around on my phone for a little while before getting out of bed. Then, I walked to the kitchen and put a kettle of water on for my morning coffee, which I brewed with an Aeropress. Then, I sat down with my phone, sipped my coffee and completed my morning ritual by reading The Skimm.

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Letter To My Father

Hi Dad.

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The Day My Dad Died

I’ll never forget the day my dad died. It was five days before Christmas, December 25, 1996. I was ten. My mother woke us up and got us ready for school, which was odd because my father usually did this because my mother worked over night.

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