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Sammon Says: What I (Kind of ) Know

I’m bad at a lot of things. When I consider all the things in the world one could be good at, I realize that I’m bad at most of them. Math? Bad Anything involving the words “systematic”, “analytic”, “linear”, or “logic”? Ugh, not even interested. Driving? Okayish, besides multiple speeding tickets (a decade ago) and […]

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Brock Turner

How Brock Turners Come to Be

I grew up in a middle class family and both of my parents worked full-time, but I went to nice private Catholic schools. This meant “regular” suburban kids like me were mixed in with say, the kids of former Bears players. Tradition was big. As were, of course, sports. Get good grades, look nice, say […]

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Read a F*cking Book

Ten years ago, my friend Nate got us a seasonal job handing out mints for a well-known gum company in Chicago. It paid $14 an hour, which was huge for a couple of lazy theater majors in 2006. Our task was simple: show up at a Chicago landmark at the scheduled time, receive your mints from the […]

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Adele: Our Universal BFF

My bed was made up of a thin mattress that sat atop another thin mattress, which sat atop multiple mattress pads. It was concave at its center, and I sunk neatly into it. My iPod had died a few months before I’d left for Costa Rica, and rather than expend the effort towards getting it […]

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Meant2B

One night, when I was 13 years old, I wished upon a falling star that Joe Vanderhoof and I would fall in love and get married. Joe Vanderhoof was a family friend of ours, three years my senior. We grew up together and then one day he morphed into a hot teen and I fell in […]

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Turbulence

A few weeks ago, I flew back to Seattle after a weekend in Chicago. It was my second trip home this year and I am set to make two more before the year ends. Three out of four of these trips have been/will be for the sole purpose of seeing my new baby nephew. I look […]

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Telling Stories (For Mom)

When I was a little kid, I visualized my parents’ childhoods in black and white. Trees were not green, Dad’s hair was not red. Things were black, white and gray, just like the pictures I had seen. To a five year-old, it made perfect sense.”When you were little, it was black and white!”, I insisted. […]

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F*ck “F*ck Yes or No”

In the last year, I’ve noticed an article trending called “Fuck Yes or No”. It was featured on a self-help website run by a guy named Mark Manson, who is a self-proclaimed “Author. Thinker. Life-enthusiast.” Mark Manson writes and thinks and is enthusiastic about life! How’s THAT for a triple threat? Mark Manson’s site looks […]

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A Desk Defiled

When I was about eleven years old, my grandparents gave me my mom’s old desk. It was the one that had sat in her room all throughout her childhood and where, I imagine, she had sat doing homework and writing notes to Kathy Palmer. It was a meaningful gesture, one whose meaning I did not […]

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When I was 25: The House in San Blas

Our lovely roommate, James, lived with us the first month at the house.  There were 93 steps up to our house. That was one way to get there. The other way was the tourist route- through the Plaza de Armas, up the wide cobblestone steps, past the shops and the Cholitas with their Alpacas (“Peek-chur? […]

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