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Pairs of Two

Pairs of Two Two has always been my favorite number. It’s even, prime, and wonderfully simple. Even so, my favorite thing about the number is that it’s perfectly predictable. So many things come in pairs of twos; I have two eyes, two ears, two hands and feet. I have...

One in a Million

One in a Million As we go through life we get labeled by everyone we meet, it’s done out of love, hate, or ignorance. Even nature sometimes labels us abnormal. We can choose to play into those labels or we can prove them wrong. I choose to label myself.  On August 15,...

Labels

Labels As we go through life we get labeled by everyone we meet, it’s done out of love, hate, or ignorance. Even nature sometimes labels us abnormal. We can choose to play into those labels or we can prove them wrong. I choose to label myself.  On August 15, 2015 the...

Enough is Enough

Enough is Enough 450. 1825. 5598. These numbers probably don’t mean much to you. They’re just random digits on a page with no connection to each other, or anything else for that matter. Harmless numbers on a blank piece of paper. Four of them. Just sitting there. Your...

Chemo: From the Perspective of a Daughter

Chemo: From the Perspective of a Daughter Struggle is nothing but a concept until it isn’t anymore. I watched my mother struggle through months of treatment and it was only then that I could begin to comprehend the truest meaning of the word. Listening to the verdict...

Ecosia

Ecosia My earphones, with off-white wires tangled from overuse, serve one purpose: to blast music loud enough for angsty-punk-singer screams to drown out the distressing sobs of a mother failing to nurse her sick husband.   Upon hearing of Papa’s diagnosis,...

On a Scale of 1 to 10

On a Scale of 1 to 10 I wish that when doctors ask you to, “ Rate your pain from 1 to 10” the numbers go beyond ten because every time they asked me what my pain felt like it felt more like a 20. My name is Mia Thinnes and when I was six years old I was diagnosed with...

The Sun Rose Again

The Sun Rose Again It was as if all the light was being pulled from my body, pouring into the atmosphere and leaving a trembling cold behind. I stepped outside in 80-degree weather and couldn’t control the shiver. I was freezing. I was sick. I was fading. I remember...

Reconciliation

Reconciliation I’m in a hospital bed in the photograph. Tubes sprout from my chest, weaving towards machines just out of frame. My skin is almost translucent, contrasting with the warm pink of my favorite hat. Wisps of my remaining hair peek out from underneath, the...