Eating in Starkville, Mississippi.

A city with the name of Starkville, Mississippi, is a place you naturally want to make fun of. I know because I have. Yet, if you want a quaint destination teaming with young college life, this town is the place for you. It helps if you love Maroon and White and the Mississippi State bulldogs! I’m a girl who plans her day around meal times. I’m sure there are a few of you out there who do the same! Naturally,...
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Second Chance Roses

A dozen roses speckled with age spots and hunched about the stem; Yet, gorgeous still. They lean against the other bouquets with a price tag that has been slashed from $15 to $10. Their age not honored, rather underappreciated. They are second chance roses, not chosen by young lover or old lover. These velvety blossoms lovingly lingered over by a youngling longing for the beauty of flowers but not relishing the price of the strapping, bright-faced blooms. A rescued gift...
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Dominican Republic: Dream Achieved

Spanish-speaking cultures have always been heart-close to me. The language sounded like a floating song of legato tones sewn together—words that rustle like a new dress twirling out around your ankles. My first trip to the Dominican Republic lasted for three months. I lived with a Dominican family in the town of Jarabacoa, two hours outside of Santiago. My American roommate and I took Spanish classes during the day while working on our Spanish with our families as well. In...
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Dreaming of Vienna, Austria

I’m one of those children that has always wanted to travel. Scratch that. I wanted to live in the jungle with the cast of The Jungle Book, especially Bagheera the panther. Then I grew up. My love for history and culture and people and the arts override my Amazon woman feelings. Sure, I like the idea of being an Amazon woman, but I’d much rather read books about them (The Lost Sisterhood, anyone?). Basically, I want to see the world....
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To the God I Refuse to Trust

To the God I Refuse to Trust, It must be earth within me that expects you to be salt, poisoning my growth and tainting the greenery, but more likely, it is the scaled body of a serpent twisting through my world perspective causing me to doubt who you promise to be. Regardless. I don’t trust you. But I want to. You have only been faithful and good to me through my preteen turbulence, teenage dreaminess, and this wild adulthood. You...
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Dragon Elbows

The transformation would begin at my elbows. Leathery, dry, and bumpy. It seems like the perfect place for magic to begin since elbows are so often forgotten. Magic begins on the edge of being. The thin pale skin of humans hardens to a thick bullet-proof scale. Scales iridescently creamy with jagged brown claws instead of human toes. In a multitude of blinks, humanness fades and wings fan out carrying me into the clouds where dragon eyes map a route filled...
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Why I Donate Blood

Temperature taken. Iron measured. Eligibility questions answered. I relax into my own blue, lounge chair lined up beside a few others, waiting to be asked which arm that I’d like to donate from. I volunteer my right arm, knowing that I have small veins and no one has ever been able to find a large enough vein in my left arm to donate. Arm swabbed and blood pressure cuff tight around my bicep. I bite the inside of my cheek...
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9 Favorite Outer Banks Things To Do

  As a rule, people love the beach. Sun, water, and sand. It’s a type of paradise where laying out in the sun and catnapping is acceptable. Personally, I love staying active on the beach, whether playing in the waves, building sandcastles, or trying some new trick. But sometimes I need new ideas for my beach days or some different scenery other than water and sand. Bring your phone and take selfies with as many beautiful people as you can....
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10 Things I learned from Living with Host Families

Throughout my years in college and then even following college, I found myself living with host families for times as short as a night to times as long as a year and a half. The hospitality of each of these families regardless of culture, country, or state blew me away every time. I want to share from my experience some advice for living with families not your own. 1. Everyone does their dishes differently. Most mommas are big on cleaning...
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Dominican Republic Dream

  As a kiddo, I dreamed about living in a Spanish-speaking country. I begged my dad to teach me Spanish so he took some Spanish classes and taught me what he could. I memorized songs in Spanish. No, I can’t remember them. Basically, all of me very much wanted to be Latin. My Dream To live in a Spanish-speaking country and become fluent, beautifully fluent in this romantic Spanish language. What About You? Did you have a dream to live...
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