The problem with special children

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I’ve been working at a special school for children for about nine months now and it has been an amazing experience. It is always a joy to watch the little ones run about,… Continue reading

Love is yours.

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Her lips, sweet as honeydew as they met his – dry, but full of promise. Their eyes locked in deep contact until their lips met for the first time. They held hands and… Continue reading

Waiting on a crisis.

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Somebody has to see it the way I see it. The filth that drag their feet around with their silver-screen smiles and obligatory, repetitive surface conversations that go nowhere. I sometimes feel like… Continue reading

How to Handle Life’s Bullshit

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Someone once said, “Life is hard.” I told them, “No shit, Sherlock.” Life as we know it, is fucking hard. It has always been fucking hard, since the day life emerged from the… Continue reading

Finding (and keeping) friends.

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Every so often you’re left feeling alone and wondering if you’ve ever had real friends. You start to wonder if anyone would stand by your side in times of need and provide you… Continue reading

1980: Dreaming with Pina

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Tonight I entered a dream: I watched 1980 by the Tanztheater Wuppertal Pina Bausch at Sadler’s Wells, which is a piece by Pina Bausch, and I’m still reeling from it. Pina Bausch is… Continue reading

The Shame of Stupidity

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Once, I was told me that I liked to pretend to know things when I don’t and that I’ve always been, ever since I was kid. I don’t know where it came from… Continue reading

Would you kill yourself?

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Would you kill yourself? Would you follow all the steps in a suicide manual and follow them through? Or would you give up halfway? “Coward.“ Would you strip yourself in the cold and… Continue reading

Being Alone

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There is one thing about growing up that I was never taught, but as I grew to learn was not just independence, but the matter of fact that it is completely OKAY to… Continue reading

Minutes before Death

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They say that minutes before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes- it isn’t like that.  At least for me. When my head hit the concrete floor, I couldn’t hear anything.… Continue reading