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  • Defining the Clutter: the Struggle of Labeling Hoarding

    Defining the Clutter: the Struggle of Labeling Hoarding
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    8-minute read time. Today’s post is another rough first draft of a piece I recently submitted for another class. Again, once I get comments on this piece, I’ll share them and edit them to improve the story. This article contains content you might have seen in my other pieces, namely the explainer I wrote about… Read more

  • Hesitancy

    Hesitancy

    9-minute read time. I want to write a book. At least, I think I do. I think that the topic of this blog deserves to be published. I don’t care so much that it is me writing it (that’s not to say I don’t take pride in my work), but I think writing a book… Read more

  • Interview with Kara

    Interview with Kara

    23-minute read time. Welcome back from the November holiday! I hope you had a restful and enjoyable Thanksgiving. I will return to posting today with a great interview I did with one of my fellow students in the JHU Master’s program. I thought this interview was particularly interesting because Kara is one of the few… Read more

  • Improving the Narrative Around Hoarding, Part 1

    Improving the Narrative Around Hoarding, Part 1
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    9-minute read time. This weekend’s post is a rough first draft of a piece I recently submitted for one of my classes about 20 minutes ago, LOL. I thought it might be illuminating to take you all through my drafting and revision process, so once I get comments on this piece, I’ll share them and… Read more

  • Growing Up, by Matthew P.

    Growing Up, by Matthew P.

    3-minute read time. Please enjoy this piece by my little brother. We didn’t have much growing up. Our mother didn’t work, and our father had left when we were younger. We would find odd jobs here and there, mowing a lawn, shoveling snow, raking up leaves, but it didn’t help much. Our mom would take… Read more

  • Finances, by Matthew P.

    Finances, by Matthew P.

    4-minute read time. Please enjoy this piece by my little brother. As I was growing up, I considered myself a middle-class child; I had food and a home, and my mother and father each had a car. My sister and I lived comfortably with our parents, two cats, and, eventually, our dog. Sure, our house… Read more

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