Author: Meg
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If I Were a Reptile
Sometimes, I wish I were a snake. Then, I could shed myself as easily as a snake sheds its skin. I would slither away without myself and be, well, whatever I would be if I left myself behind. If you get tired of where you’re living, you move. If you’re tired of eating the same…
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The Worst Hard Time
Every October is national book month. The Utah Humanities Council is a big supporter of national book month. This year is the 15th Annual Utah Humanities Book Festival, with events all over Utah. The OPL participates every year in the book festival through Orem Reads (formally known as Orem’s Big Read). Each year, a single book is…
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Saga of the Wilty Plant
Me: Kelly! Will you water my plant? I just run him under water til it comes out the bottom. Kelly: I was going to water all the plants and my hunky russian said that he already did so I was like cool. But then the next day I saw yours and it was all wilty…
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29 Years
With a title like that this ought to be a birthday post. My parents recently celebrated anniversary 29. Twenty-nine years is literally more than a lifetime for me. I think of everything I’ve done with my lifetime, slap on a few more years to make up for the difference in time, and that’s what my…
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Yesterday.
Yesterday was not a good day. I had been feeling a little strained this week anyway. I leave for Charleston tomorrow and will be gone for ten days. So excited. But I’ve got work pouring out of my ears, and only one coworker with as much work to do as I have to pick up…
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I rode home in a mountain of tissues.
Which might not have been so bad if they were new, soft, cushy tissues. They weren’t. They were slightly damp and sticky, used tissues. I dislodged my mountain at every stop for food or gas or a stretch of the legs, but it took nearly no time at all for the mountain to grow again.…
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4 hours 58 minutes
That’s how long it would take me to get to Chicago. Did I mention that I love Chicago? Don’t get me wrong. I love Iowa (kind of) and I really love my family (definitely), but sometimes I want to just throw Grandma in the car and hit the road. What I would do with Grandma…
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How I Fared in Portland
I’ve discovered something about myself recently. I am exhausting to go on vacation with. I exhaust even myself. I pack more into two and a half days than most people get done on a week of vacation. And mostly it’s all food. I flew to Portland with my father for the weekend. Flew in Friday…
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The France Plan
I have a plan. It’s my France plan. I’m going to live in France. Don’t know when (in the next couple of years I hope) or for how long (probably just a few months), but it is going to happen. In preparation for my France plan I’m taking a French class. This is not my…
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Wil and Lexi
I was listening to the radio on my way to work. The morning DJs were playing a game with a listener: “Are you smarter than Lexi?” A man called in. His name was Wil. The first question neither Wil nor Lexi knew the answer to (Where are the 2012 Olympics being held? Answer: London). Wil,…