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When I Talk to Trees
by Lucinda Caldwell
When I am among trees, they don’t ask anything from me except to be me - all I have to do is be present with my own feet on the ground. I don’t ha...
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First Love - continued
by Lucinda Caldwell
I was recently told that you shouldn’t compare subsequent relationships with your first love; your first love is almost irrational and delusionall...
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First Kiss
by Lucinda Caldwell
I remember feeling embarrassed the first week of high school when I made friends with a girl who asked me if I had ever kissed someone before. Sh...
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First Love
by Lucinda Caldwell
Writing About Boys is a collection of short essays exploring relationships and love. Check out my first entry for the full introduction of thes...
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Writing about Boys
by Lucinda Caldwell
Writing About Boys is a collection of short essays exploring relationships and love. My friends will laugh when they read the title and say it is ...
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Welcome to the Party, Lil Hil!
by Lucinda Caldwell
When I talk about Hilary to lacrosse friends, they say, "Oh yeah, I had a poster of her on my bedroom wall growing up."
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Giddy With Catherine
by Lucinda Caldwell
Because seeing others walk to the beat of their drum makes me feel like getting out my own drum and start walkin’ too.
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The Year I Spent at Home
by Lucinda Caldwell
“Who are we when we are together with no one but ourselves?”
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My mom lives in caps locked
by Lucinda Caldwell
Sometimes we need a holiday to celebrate someone or send notes of gratitude. On birthdays and Valentine's days, I always think to myself...
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Memories Through Melodies
by Lucinda Caldwell
An essay about processing life through music.
Written while listening to 11 Hours - Branchez Remix / Wet on repeat.
6 minute read.
Sometimes I ...
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Becoming Cindoodles
by Lucinda Caldwell
Becoming Cindoodles - a personal essay about painting as a way of healing.
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