A Sister From Different Parents

Calm down.  Calm down.  I tell my heart as it beats to the music of my ancestors.  My palms are wet. My lips are dry. I’ve been inching my way towards this path of excitement for more than four years now.   Fear is a beautiful thing as long as you are not afraid.  I am not afraid.  I’m right here.  No going back.  Tears and thrills are waiting.  Laughter and joy are waiting.  Best friends, heartaches, disappointments, and happiness are all waiting.  I do not travel this journey alone.  I am joined by many. Mom, dad, brothers, cousins, aunts, and uncles and the ones who proved to have helped me more than most.   

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How to Design a Floral Bouquet

What’s the Occasion?  

Whether you are saying, thank you, happy birthday, congratulations, get well soon, showing sympathy, spreading a little love and romance, or just because–flowers always add a personal touch to the occasion. When creating your own masterpiece, don’t be afraid to be creative! It’s important to keep the six principles of floral design in mind: balance, dominance, scale, rhythm, proportion, and tradition. 

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How To React When Your Car Breaks Down

If you happen to be unlucky like me and not end up with your dream car on your sixteenth birthday, this is the essay for you. For me, where my PTSD started was a 1999 Pontiac Grand-Am. I didn’t complain because I finally had a car and had the freedom to drive. Little did I know that this car was bound to break down every couple of weeks. Without this car, I wouldn’t have learned how to handle a breakdown, so for that I am grateful. 

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Dear Sister

We had a very strict director. I thought he was mean. It was a large studio that he held rehearsals in for the dance cast. Big windows, tall ceiling, large mirrors on the walls, and very grey. My sister and I were young. So to two small dancers, our hair in buns, hers a few blonde shades lighter than mine, this place filled with older adults was massive and intimidating.

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How to Do a Pirouette

Have you ever watched a really talented dance team do a sequence of difficult turns? Those dancers didn’t just wake up one day and realize they could do four or five pirouettes in a row (which by the way is just a fancy French word for turn). It takes a lot of falling flat on your ass before you master turning. For a beginner dancer, it’s easiest to start with just a single pirouette. Before you just start whipping your body in circles and hoping for the best, there are basics that need to be learned first.

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How to Paint a Portrait Without Losing Your Mind

I am a self-taught artist, and I have been doing art since I can remember. But I have had mentors and influencers I can give credit to. My personal mentor, social media artists, and Georgia O’Keeffe and Edward Hopper, have influenced my art style. Painting a portrait can be complicated, and not exactly turn out how you would like them to, making it difficult to keep your sanity. But I will show my art process for an acrylic portrait of the now renowned Elizabeth Olsen’s character from the hit series, WandaVision. Art will always be subjective, meaning there is no wrong or right answer.

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How to Develop Perfect Pitch (Well, sort of . . .)

Music is like a language. Some people seem to grasp it with ease, and others learn it across multiple stages of life. If you teach a child a new language, it will be easier for them to learn, understand, and eventually master than an adult, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it is off-limits for them to get a grasp on. It is all about four ideas: memory, patience, time, and practice.

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How to Get Dressed in the Morning in Pre-Revolutionary France

Getting dressed in the morning may seem to you a simple task, but from the 1770s to the 1790s, it could take a woman half the day to be fully ready. It is easy to wonder how daunting a task it must have been to lace your stays and pile on petticoats before you could step out the door, but dressing in the mornings was the easy part, at least for most women.

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The Curse of Halloween

The air was brisk and chilly on a windy October evening. My father, a man of wits and strength, lent me his shiny black Volkswagen Tiguan for the day. I was very stoked about this because my car was a dented, dirt-colored, 1999 Grand Am. My father’s car was big enough to fit all my friends and had Bluetooth music so we could blast Khalid, The Weeknd, and our other favorite artists as loud as we wanted. 

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