Author: Kiersten Hardy
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Keys To My Dream Home
I bought a $13 enamel keychain when I lived off of tips and came home smelling like eggs and toilet cleaner. A time when each frivolous iced latte sank like a stone in my gut. “KEYS TO MY DREAM HOME,” the keychain says, full of coy confidence. I was living at my parents’ house when…
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An Empty Tent
I have a secret daydream where I get savagely fired, my financial security shattered, so I can finally chase my deepest desires and fears. I don’t know why it has to happen this way in my inner world where I make the rules. Why not write now, without having all of my walls coming down…