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Day 361 Risk: Read a Story at an Open Mic

Day 361 Risk: Read a Story at an Open Mic

When I checked the email about the storytelling open mic on Monday, I caught the following request at the bottom: “Please no poetry or prose fiction.” Damn. I need to read my emails more carefully. Up until this point, I had planned on reading one of the short stories I’ve written and revised for my … Continue reading

Day 359 Risk: Color In A Bar

Day 359 Risk: Color In A Bar

I have a quota of trying to attend two storytelling events a month. With my busy schedule lately, I didn’t think I’d make one, let alone two before the end of April. Luckily my Saturday night opened up, and I was finally able attend 2nd Story, an event I’ve wanted to attend for months. (By … Continue reading

Day 358 Risk: Buy Nutella

Day 358 Risk: Buy Nutella

Oh Nutella. How I love you. I love you so much. You are the bread to my butter, the honey to my tea. I adore every bit of you. And that’s the problem. You know how people eat peanut butter with a spoon? I do the same with Nutella. No need for bread like on … Continue reading

Day 348 Risk: Go To Trapeze Despite A Flare-up

Day 348 Risk: Go To Trapeze Despite A Flare-up

Tuesday marked the second of a two-day flare-up of my IBS. My stomach felt like a brick, weighing me down, the sharp edges poking into my sides. My intestines felt like overfull balloons, the tender fibers being pushed to their limits. It was exhausting. My flare-ups usually last a few hours to a day, and … Continue reading

Day 345 Risk: Sneak Into a Movie

When the train is running late, I’m a frustrated mess, the thought of being late sending me into a panic. Every month I diligently sit down to my computer, paying my bills at least three to four days before the due date. I used to show up early to every event I was attending, arriving … Continue reading