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I love exercise. I just don’t do it because I don’t want to. I wish that I had better reasons, but the truth is, I avoid it on most days because I hate being sweaty, I don’t like being chased by rabid dogs when walking around the neighborhood, and I don’t like being sore the next day. I could name more reasons, but honestly, we don’t have that kind of time. I have tried it all, from Richard Simmons to Chuck Norris, and they all worked, so the reason that I quit was on me. I g

I walked into the nail salon fully expecting a normal, peaceful “fix the paws” appointment. Instead, I accidentally wandered into a philosophical study. It began after I checked in with the owner, who told me to take a seat. Easy enough, right? I scanned the waiting area — fourteen chairs lined up with military precision, seven on each side of the door like we were waiting for our name to be called at the dentist's office. My brain immediately noticed that every woman already

Joyful summertime memories from my youth come rushing back whenever I smell the chlorine in a swimming pool, feel the oils in a coconut-scented suntan lotion, get the late-night itch after a sunburn, or hear the sound of crickets on a warm, starry night. I smile when I think back on fun times, then pause because I cannot wrap my brain around how quickly that season of life passed. Once I accept that those things did not happen yesterday, I let myself sink into the privilege o

I am awkward. And when I say awkward, I don’t mean like the shy person who gets uncomfortable in large groups or occasionally says the wrong thing. No. Those are microdose awkward moments. I am megadose awkward. I’m the kind of awkward that makes me come home, shut the door, and vow never to go out among humans again because it’s too painful for me and whoever crossed my path that day. Last Saturday was one of those days — the kind that makes me consider putting myself under