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Pretty Little Liar
I lied. Without missing a beat, I looked at my counselor/supervisor/mentor straight in the eye and lied. I don’t even know why, but the untruth came stumbling out of my mouth so quickly that there was no way to suck it back in or walk it back. It was done, and the reason for this… Continue reading
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Memories, Reunions, and Me
Is That Too Narcissistic A Title? Memories like the corners of my mind, misty water colored memories of the way we were. Memories, Barbara Streisand Oh, the way we were. Sometimes better than we are now; other times not. With two reunions in the same amount of weekends, I’m trying to sort through and navigate… Continue reading
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Lessons From The Band Room
“Hey, Baby. Don’t play so loud.” Yes. Words from the lips of my seventeen-year-old trumpet playing boyfriend. To me, third chair trumpet player. Mostly trumpet-carrying sixteen-year-old. I couldn’t really blame him. You see, he’d been playing his horn for quite some time. And he played it well. I, on the other hand, chose my ‘borrowed… Continue reading
Angi Aymond 