Category: Kansas

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The Willdoms: Four Months of Nature’s Paradise

With frizz sticking to my face, I opened the door; the rush of air-conditioning swept my coat of heat off my shoulders. A small chime like summer mistletoe hung from the doorway, announcing my arrival into the domain of organic coffee and handpressed peanut butter–two things I insist should replace our paper currency. “Welcome to Nature’s Paradise, how are we doin’ today?” A voice … Read More The Willdoms: Four Months of Nature’s Paradise

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Arise and Swing

It is 14 degrees Fahrenheit, and I am my own source of heat. . In my black jacket bubble and dark hawkish leggings, I ooze and I seep a cavern of warmth, a contagion which catches my limbs and glistens off the moon. The tip of my nose is ruddy and rosy and it doesn’t glow because of stagnation, quite the reserve: my nose … Read More Arise and Swing

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When the Rubber Hits the Bunny

I was running and I kicked a bunny. Just plowed him right in the noggin. His soft, fuzzy little noggin. Before you think me a heartless beast, please read my account. And then, in order for you to remain objective in your critique, I have included the account of the bunny himself. I like to run in the early morning, when the breath is … Read More When the Rubber Hits the Bunny

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A Little Middle School Love

There is nothing that restores my faith in humanity quite like a middle school tough-guy with a crush. “Did anyone have a great day yesterday they want to share?” the teacher with whom I am interning asked his 7th grade English students. One hand in particular, garbed in a the sleeves of the same black hoodie he has been wearing since I arrived in … Read More A Little Middle School Love

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Eating Only Potatoes (And Failing Miserably)

For the last two weeks (November 6th-November 19th) I ate only potatoes. Wait. Let me be more specific: Monday, November 6th through Tuesday, November 7th I straight-up ate only potatoes. Then come Wednesday morning, as I–in the usual disheveled fashion–was bolting out the backdoor to go teach at the middle school, my hand, possessed of it’s own accord and obviously on it’s own nutritional … Read More Eating Only Potatoes (And Failing Miserably)

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Meeting John Steinbeck

The front door clanged open, and I as my Nature’s Paradise-clad self, greeted our new customer with a big smile and a, “welcome! Is there anything I can help you with?” The recipient of my inquries was an older gentleman–mid-70s–with a pair of shocking blue eyes. The kind of blue you might see in those infomercials of old, the cameras zooming around Carribbean lakes … Read More Meeting John Steinbeck

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The Vital Importance of Idiosyncratic Leggings

I sit on the seat I always sit on when I am skipping class. The metal stool at the blue-painted wooden table in the northwest corner of Gravel City Roasters by the massive, ceiling-to-floor window front. Right tucked up against the window, as if I were outside with the sunshine itself. My customary class-skipping double-espresso, featured today in a ladybug 2.75oz cup, rests drained … Read More The Vital Importance of Idiosyncratic Leggings

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Community Smells Like Smiles

I skid the backdoor open, whincing as it bounces three times against the linoleum kitchen tiling, worried the noise might wake my roommate. A torrent of thick frosty air beats it way into the room, anxious to erradicate the warmth within our apartment. I slip into the dark, the cloudy moonlight sparking the stiff blood within my veins. I turn and slide the smooth … Read More Community Smells Like Smiles

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This Week I Ate 90 Bananas and Ran 60 Miles

As soon as I woke up on Monday, my banana journey began. For a week straight (Monday, October 23th to Monday, October 30th) I aimed to ingest only bananas as a calorie source. Coffee, tea, club soda, and water accompanied my little yellow friends into the caverns. No salads. No grains. No sweets, no peanut butter. Only bananas. I shot for about 20 bananas … Read More This Week I Ate 90 Bananas and Ran 60 Miles

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In The Pursuit of Greatness

“If you can see yourself doing something, you can do it. If you can’t see yourself doing something, usually you can’t achieve it”. Thus speaks David Goggins, my fitness hero and constant mental companion to each hard run. The past year in Austria showcased a host inconsistent running as a result of constant traveling; this current school semester has yielded a tighter schedule than … Read More In The Pursuit of Greatness

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When Hammock Met Thunderstorm

There is nothing quite as serene as being slung between two trees on a bed of nylon woven cloth; the gentle breeze providing a cushioned sway to the beat of the Universe pulse. It is as if all forest dwellers sign a pact with my intelligent hammock to stay away, simply to observe and not to eat. There has never been a time when … Read More When Hammock Met Thunderstorm

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The Art of Reading and Eating

I am cross-legged on top of a tie-dyed blanket, my bike leaning against the tree behind me. The sound of the lapping waterfall churning through the pond enfolds into the whistling of the birds and the distant train. The breeze chatters its way through my loose curls, tossing it away from my face. The grease stain on my inner right calf left from the … Read More The Art of Reading and Eating