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Allison Butler
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It's Better Left to Poets When the Words Think That They Know Us
It's quite surreal to watch someone you love watch someone they love die. In many ways it's so removed – a person you've met a few times dying. The human loss in palpable, but it doesn't cut so deep, like reading obituaries. Yet you watch someone else feel ...

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Making Choices
Hey there, I haven't written in a while, quite a long while. It's been a time of finding myself again, choosing the battles I want to bring to your screen, evaluating how public I really want my life to be, sorting out career goals, breaking relationships a...

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Let's Talk About the Word Vagina
So you know those people that like to say something just to get people's attention? Sometimes they do it in a really cool way and sometimes they do it in a really annoying way. I work for a woman that does it in a cool way. In a, I just said something kinda...

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Perfect Storm
It is an intriguing talent of the cosmos to always make everything happen at the same time, even when it seems like it shouldn't. I was very pleased with my schedule this year after syllabus week because my classes all managed to have pleasantly spread-out ...

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Reevaluating MBTI
My dad's side of the family gets together every two years for a week-long reunion. I think they're crazy, but it gave me a good way to make time and my development growing up. I can remember myself at each reunion and it gives me a plot point for who I was ...

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Shutdown Schmutdown
What the hell does a government shut down even mean really? The zoo animals are still getting fed, wars are still being fought, and congress is still having a crisis. I live in the capitol city and I'd just like to put out there that not a who lot has chang...

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Men: Using Privilege for Good, Speaking Truth to Power, Being Good Feminists
Toward the end of the summer, my boyfriend was walking me back to campus one afternoon. I took an unusual route, looping the outer edge o...

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