Category: reflection
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What do I value most about myself? This question prompts a deep reflection. Resilience. That’s it. My ability to weather storms, to persist through challenges.…
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I never thought I’d have a “favorite album.” Music was just… there. Background noise. Until it wasn’t. It started on those train rides. Off-peak hours.…
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My microwave beeps at 2450 MHz. Reheating cold coffee. The washing machine thumps and sloshes, spinning my socks. Fluorescent bulbs in the office flicker and…
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Time isn’t a gentle river — it’s a violent, churning maelstrom that sometimes vomits the past into your face, leaving you gasping and tasting the…
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The call came at 8 AM. Mykel, gone. 24 years old. My step-grandson. Shock hit first, a cold wave washing over me. Then, a strange…
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I never meant to be a blogger. It wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was writing a book (so, one unplanned step lead to another) …
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I pry my eyes open. The alarm clock’s red digits bore into my skull: 6:17 AM. Too early. Always too early. My body aches, a…
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The kitchen clock read 6 AM. I hunched over my laptop at the dining table, WordPress dashboard mocking me from behind a wall of open…
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I didn’t mean to name myself. It just happened. My Pen Name was born in the liminal space between reality and fiction. I was deep…
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Home. What does it mean when you’re more than 5000 miles from where you started? We all start somewhere, don’t we? A place that shapes…
S.J. Asher 