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OCD (or Eating Me Alive)

“People in Boston seem overly worried about fire,” my coworker said. It was a strange sentence, but made sense in the context of the conversation. I had an anecdote to offer, something to add, and it slipped out before I could stop it. “I have to take a picture of my candle before I leave […]

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Sleepless in Medford

My alarm went off and I groaned. I had tapped out early the night before, in hopes that I’d get a nice restful sleep before volunteering the next day. The reality was a little different. After many different positions, sweating through two tank tops, and an hour’s worth of sleep, I was done. When I […]

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