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Walking Tall
On Monday, January 30, I landed at JFK ready to visit a friend whom I hadn’t seen in several years. Like me, she’s from Missouri originally and went to Truman State University. Unlike me, she transferred out, translocated to New York City, and transitioned from “Mitchell” to Michelle. As it turns out, Missouri is not…
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Shove our shackles
It’s always painful to leave your favorite people behind, and I’m going to seriously miss my colleagues (and the few others I’ve managed to befriend here), but if I never had to return to this place again, I wouldn’t complain. I’d probably put on a banana hammock and dance through the streets. The past nine…
