Author Archives: Anna

About Anna

Lots of things make me happy. Running my mouth is one of them. Another is pie.

The Whoosh of Defeat

In his posthumous book, The Salmon of Doubt, Douglas Adams wrote, “I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.” Which is very charming and witty and Adams-esque. And it annoys the hell out of … Continue reading

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Confessions of a Former Pro-Lifer

I’ve wanted to write this for a while, but am also loathe to, for several reasons. No one likes discussing their embarrassing teenage years. Even with the caveat of “I was a teenager, and teenagers are dumb,” it’s still awful … Continue reading

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A New Beginning

I’ve wanted to take up blogging again for a while, as it is a fairly casual form of writing that offers feedback, a way of marking progress, and a system of accountability. But the problem with blogging is you need … Continue reading

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A Pause in Production

You may have noticed that my blogging ambitions have fallen to the wayside. I aim to fix this. I want this to be a collection of all of my creative endeavors, whatever they may be. But that’s going to take … Continue reading

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Stormy Skies

I haven’t been feeling stellar lately, on an emotional level, so to counter that, I’ve taken to binge-watching Cheers. I figured it would have a few Very Special Episodes, but nothing on the level of, say, my own bleak outlook … Continue reading

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O Girls of 2005

I went to my ten-year high school reunion on Saturday. It was an odd feeling. The cafeteria was different, but immediately I was taken back to awful french fries, loud talking, grace coming over a sound system from the mid-80s at best, … Continue reading

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Ill Humours

Once upon a time, I spent an evening arguing with a complete stranger about my dominant humor. I was visiting a friend in Los Angeles, and she brought me along to a get-together at her friend’s apartment. We sat on … Continue reading

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Depression Diary: The Dull Ache of Melancholy

I’ve been doing some thinking, which isn’t necessarily how I want to spend my time, but brains are hard to turn off and thoughts never really form so much as appear, so there’s no preventative measures. So I think. I … Continue reading

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Something Fishy

Smell is probably the most powerful trigger when it comes to memories. Case in point: at work, one of my co-workers heated up a meal that involved fish. I started remembering vividly my days of elementary school science. There was … Continue reading

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Depression Diary: Writing is Hard

Every time I went to put words on paper (real or digital), my brain froze. I knew the gist of what I wanted to say, but finding actual words felt nigh impossible. I didn’t have the energy. For anything, really, … Continue reading

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