What It Really Means To Be Empathetic
Last evening, Rita and I were having our ice cream soda and a vanilla milkshake at our favorite corner café. Between sips and
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A Little Balance Goes A Long Way
Last evening, I met Rita in her favorite café. She stirred her iced-tea absentmindedly, her brow furrowed. “I feel like I’m running all
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To Stay Or To Grow?
Yesterday afternoon, Eloise, my cousin and I visited Central Park for an environmental awareness meetup. After the event, we grabbed milk and cookies
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What Comes Next?
Last week, I attended Caroline’s graduation ceremony—ivy-covered buildings, proud families and students tossing their caps high in the air. As we headed back
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The Mindset Behind The Millions
Last evening, Lisa and I were at the mall, bustling with weekend shoppers. Lisa sat across from me at our favorite dessert spot,
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When Will It Be My Turn?
Dylan and I were sitting under a white marquee, plates balanced on our laps, savoring the warmth of apple pie and the smell
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When Letting Go Means Holding On
The aroma of butterscotch brownies and coconut cream pie wrapped around us like a warm hug as Julia and I settled into a
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Quiet The Noise
Last evening, my sister Diana and I found ourselves in a cozy downtown café, sharing truffles, when Diana shared about her work. “I
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It’s Not Love If It Doesn’t Challenge You
Joey and I had planned to meet at our favorite spot, Luna Café. We ordered a slice of their famous blueberry pie and
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You Deserve The Good Things Too
Dylan and I were catching our breath on a park bench after our usual morning jog. He took a sip from his water
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