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16 Ways to Kill Your Managers (Metaphorically, Mostly)

Maggie carried herself like the model professional—pressed blazer, polished nod, expression set to neutral. Her pen sketched blood. On the legal pad half hidden by her keyboard tray, she wrote in small script, Sixteen Ways to Kill Your Managers. Number one: staple gun to jugular. Efficient. No mess. No evidence trail.Number two: office chair ejector seat, fifth-floor window. Add parachute? Optional. Ken’s voice cut across the room, booming through his story. Maggie angled her ear, catching the punchline just in…

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December 13, 2025
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Uncharted

Lost in the woods. Tracked by danger. A choice she can't outrun.  When I’d started the hike, solitude had felt like a gift—space to breathe, to let the silence scour away the months of second-guessing and what-ifs. Time to decide what comes next. Now, as stingy sunlight bled away, unease pooled under my ribs, spreading with every breath.     Massive storm clouds, bellies swollen with rain, crouched over the mountains. The wind bared its teeth, snapping through my jacket. …

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July 7, 2025
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Born to Fly

I broke…and discovered I could bend. The ground beneath my feet crumbled…I was born to fly. I drowned in fear…and learned to breathe under water. I fell apart…when I put the pieces together in a new way they mirrored my heart. I hit bottom…and danced. Her words cut me…until I learned they described her. I lost everything…and discovered the freedom in starting over. Silence swallowed me…until I heard my own voice. I walked away…and found my way to something much…

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December 3, 2024
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I Never

I’ve never harmed a living creature. I’ve never tied thread to a butterfly’s wings or pulled a daddy longlegs’ center from his wriggling legs. Thirty years ago, Ma gave birth to me on a rotting cloth cot strung up in a leaking tar paper shack in the Tennessee hill country. They say a storm rains down babies. Two were born on our hill that night under a thunderstorm that bent trees to the ground as it rolled west from Mt.…

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January 17, 2024