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    In Defense of Sensitive and How to Tell If You Are

    I was a sensitive child. Fabric that was even slightly itchy was a misery to me. My husband will tell you that I hate overhead lights. I have too many table lights because I want light. I just don’t want it overhead. Florescent lights cause me to flee to the shadows. Some people love having the noise on the television. It is like white noise to them. As for me, I much prefer silence. I love music, but everything on my iTunes is pretty mellow. Gosh, I sound boring. And I hate violent shows, horror movies in particular. The images…

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    Escape the Monologues: The Stories that Trap Us

    On my way to work one day, I saw a stray dog. A greyhound mix, he was trotting along the road, his ribs showing through his thin coat. A large black tumorous growth protruded from his side. I stopped my car and got out. I called to him to come, but he just stood there, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. When he started to run again, I followed him. He stopped. I called. He ran. This happened a few times before I realized that I could not interrupt his mindset. Never once did he make eye contact with…

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    Leaving Simple Behind: Embracing Complexity

    “God keeps telling me Keep it simple. Keep it simple.” The father of the groom told me this as we drove to the wedding in which I was to be a matron of honor. At that moment, it sounded kind of wise. He was a Christian and seemed like a nice guy. Except what he didn’t tell me was that he had spent the morning arguing with his daughter about whether or not to bring the woman with whom he was having an affair to the reception. To this day, I cannot imagine anything that would be more hurtful to…