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Are you there, God? It’s me, Taylor.
I had pictured God and Santa Claus side-by-side on a celestial cloud watching my every move, reading my every thought, and making little tic marks beside my name each time I did something wrong—a running tally of my badness which would decide my short-term fate at Christmas and the long-term fate of my soul.
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Baby, I’m back
Confession: At age five, I was kicked out of ballet.
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Everything we bought at the grocery store today
Memorial Day, 2023. may melted like a sliver of ice under beneath my tongue / the crepe myrtles are blooming / already, it is hot
