Oatmeal, Marissa

Before You Read:This is a strange one, but it’s not at all serious! In Dedication to Anyone on a Diet.I wish you luck. Take it easy! I’m not an angry person. Today, I punched a bowl of oatmeal. Let me explain. Having worked in many kitchens, I’ve seen people throw tantrums over spilled milk: the […]

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30 Days Left!

On a morning thirty days from now, there will be lines, a drive, and airport food.This summer, I will be a return tutor to an amazing place I can’t turn my back from:Italy and A.C.L.E. Teaching English in Italy was the highlight of my 2018—so far 2019’s been great, but I’m sure boarding that plane

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Final Performance

Sitting in my car, I wait in a nostalgic place gone dark. Shrill cries of feral creatures echo through a quagmire of trees between my home and the parking lot where I sit, waiting and listening. Something ill-timed yet familiar: the first car trickles in and pulls up a space from mine in the lot.

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Out of Gas

So Today, Not my day—even a little bit. Cars revved past a little cubby by the roadside where I sat dormant in the driver seat of my Subaru—a crystal contrast to the moving things outside. The gas gauge lay limp on E, and the little orange pilot light faded. All that remained was the deafened

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April 3rd, 2019

I work on the mountain. Way way up there is a huge resort where I’ve cooked food all winter; some days it’s been busy and some have been slow, like crazy slow, and in case you haven’t noticed, it’s spring! That means so many beautiful things, and one of them is that my seasonal job

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Prologue

Oh, what to say  here? Who am I? What are my goals? What’s my birth sign? (kidding about the birth sign) (cancer) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. -Aristotle Before we get this going, I’d like to express my greatest fear in doing this along with

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