Ashlin B
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Sitting around that worn wooden table, we just glared at one another. These glares often followed an outburst of saying some things our mothers would not have been proud of. I never turned to see how many people were staring at us during the times when we would scream at the top of our lungs. Night after…
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Happy Wednesday! Here’s a new Lovely Letter and a challenge. After reading this, leave a comment for the girl who sent in this e-mail with a simple sentence of advice/encouragement about what you know when it comes to plans failing and life changing. “And while my heart has been changed to accept that the life I…
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This Lovely Letter is coming at you early! I just needed this to be out of my hands today. It’s longer than usual, and it’s quite bold. I know that some of my readers don’t have a religion or belief in God or whatever you want to call it—I do. Whatever you believe, I still…
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Of all the e-mails I’ve ever received, I haven’t had one hit me quite the way this one did. I’m grateful to be able to receive words like these and to have an open invitation to share my thoughts about them on this blog. Thanks to all my readers who are being so open and vulnerable. Your…
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Let’s do this! Round of 2 of Lovely Letters is here! The balance between wanting to completely shut down and let it all in is really really hard. How do I “guard” my heart without shutting it off completely? …
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A few weeks ago, I found this little line sandwiched in my e-mail. I hate to say that I’ve given up on love, but I’m getting close to throwing in the towel. I just don’t know what to do. -B Dear Sweet B, I hate vacations. I don’t really know any other person on the…
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Remember that “Plan B” blog post that I wrote like a year ago? Yeah, well there’s a reverse side to it as well. So, here’s what we’ve all been waiting for… the follow up article has finally arrived! The reality is, you’re convenient. I wish you could really see that, and I wish you could see the…
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I didn’t think I’d get here. The place where it really doesn’t really matter anymore. The place where I can laugh at the things that once brought me the worst pain. It sweetly wrapped itself around me today on a long car drive with my new housemate, this idea that I’m in a new place.…
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We balanced our bare feet on the edge of the balcony and she just simply asked me why those three words are so hard to say. In return I asked her why we wait until we’re leaving or standing in hospital rooms or next to pine boxes to say them, to say “I love you”. Because it’s…
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“She actually turned out to be pretty…” A few years after coming out of the awkward i’m-far-too-lazy-to-wake-up-early-and-dress-like-i’m-going-to-Paris-when-i’m-actually-going-to-gym-class stage, these words were said about me. Casually, someone told me about that conversation when we were in the car leaving Walmart and something about it dug deep into my skin. It had been a conversation between boys who apparently wrote the definition…
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