Author Archives: Megan

About Megan

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” ― Jack Kerouac, Dharma Bums

I Have Too Much Stuff.

The most recent life adventure I recall embarking on is the hunt for normalcy, or at least a dose of it. Today, I have reached what I believe will be the climax of this adventure (wherein anxiety is the antagonist … Continue reading

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Gotta Polish the Trophy if You Want to Keep it on the Mantle

If I try really hard, I can remember getting my braces off. Over Christmas break in 2004, I was re-introduced to the slick, slimy insides of my lips in a hasty arrangement that only a hairy and very foreign orthodontist … Continue reading

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I Believe in Writer’s Fog

I don’t believe in writer’s block. It sounds too permanent. It seems like a literal thought-ailing obstacle. It feels like a death sentence. It smells like superglue, and tastes like chalk.   I believe in writer’s fog. It sounds vacant. … Continue reading

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Restaurant Rant: Circa October 2010

some people will tell you that waitressing is an art. others will tell you that it is something to do for money in a time of transition. some will say they simply like to put a smile on other people’s … Continue reading

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Accordance

When the sun went down around 6 last night, I put on some warmer clothes and headed out into the cold. Though the only visible proof of snowfall lay in the conical luminescence of surrounding streetlights, I knew it was … Continue reading

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Chris Kasper, America, and Thousands of Toothless People

I spent a good part of yesterday (every waking second, minus 1 hour) with my good neighbor friend from around the corner and 13 years ago. No, not Mr. Rogers. I’ll call him Jack, for all intents and purposes. I … Continue reading

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Fight The Hate Pollution; No Six-Pack-Plastic-Garbed Dolphin Ever Gave Up, And Neither Should We.

Most evenings, my parents and I will sit down in our musky family room and entertain ourselves with a viewing of Jon Stewart’s The Daily Show. My dad will kick back in his blue leather man-seat with a gin martini … Continue reading

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