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My sophomore year of college, I discovered something very peculiar1 about the way my mind copes with stress – dreams; very, very odd dreams. Now, that’s not to say nightmares or that awkward dream where you show up to school naked. I haven’t had a single nightmare since I was in 3rd grade2 and the latter dream hasn’t been a problem since middle school.3 No, those are not the dreams I’m talking about. My dreams, my very peculiar dreams, are not difficult because they’re terrifying. These dreams are quite mundane, but always end with the distinct impression that my brain... Continue Reading
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Somedays hope is easy. It’s a light and joyous thing that bubbles out of you like belches out of a ten-year-old boy. Those are the good days. Those are the clean, crisp days that make life worth living. Those are the days on which pop music thrives. But somedays, hope... Continue Reading
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Scars amaze me, primarily because they always have stories associated with them and I’m a story junkie. But the biologist in me is also fascinated with the process of gaining a scar. The concept is simple enough: cause heavy trauma to a bit of tissue, the body responds, and that... Continue Reading
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Today, I spent some time with a friend of mine whose father is suffering from cancer. Obviously, I feel a great deal of compassion towards him. I didn’t say much, but one thing I did remind him of was this: cancer and death are difficult opponents to face because we... Continue Reading
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It’s been one of those weeks when I’m so busy I forget the basics of life; the kind of week I promised myself I’d never have after graduating from college. You know, the kind of week that typifies bachelor living – an unmade bed complemented by a growing pile of... Continue Reading
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I baked challah bread for a few friends today, a group of my classmates who recently moved into a house together. I thought a fresh loaf of bread might make a nice house-warming gift. See? I can be nice… sometimes. This afternoon, I was struck by how odd my memory... Continue Reading
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Every once in a while when I’m too stressed or too homesick to sleep, I wait till all my housemates have gone to bed and walk out to the living room with my iPod, sit down and listen to an album straight through. It doesn’t matter which album it is.... Continue Reading
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Someone I love dearly, though rarely see eye-to-eye with, once proudly told me that she was and is a “non-practicing Christian.” Unfortunately, I’m not very quick on my feet and didn’t feel it prudent to get in a verbal jousting match with her at the time. But it’s a thought... Continue Reading
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There’s a baseball cap sitting on my bookshelf that I must have spent 10 minutes staring at last night. It’s a faded blue Cubs hat with a green C embroidered on the front and a clover on the back. To me, that hat is nearly sacred. I’m not a big... Continue Reading
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