khcollins

Tag: personal essay

  • November.

    November.

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    We made it through October. Not unscathed, not unchanged. But, hopefully, a little more renewed. This month finds us tending. Tending to the upheaval of the last month. If you’re new here, welcome. If you’re back, thank you. October rocked me. Especially the first half. I think it rocked all of us, in one way…

  • October.

    October.

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    Here we are again. Another month. Another Cycle. Another opportunity. If you’re new, welcome. If you’ve returned, thank you. Truthfully, this article is more scary to write than the first. What terrifies me more is not the starting of something, but the returning. The continuing. The stakes feel higher, and the urge to abandon is…

  • Rejection, the sweetness therein.

    Rejection, the sweetness therein.

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    I received another rejection today. I thought after 36 years I would be used to it by now, that it wouldn’t phase me as much as it used to, but it does. It hurts. It stings. Rejection tugs at the deepest wounds we carry, pulls at our lowest stories of worth. It’s not easy, and…

  • I Fell In Love With Winter This Year.

    I Fell In Love With Winter This Year.

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    Ode to an ending season. The view outside my window is magical.  The expansive box elder tree in our garden spreads up and out, sheltering our cozy home. Its branches reach and swell, weaving intricately. My window frames it perfectly.  Crisp white snow covers every branch, thick and thin, gnarled and straight. Tan leaves hang,…

  • Lessening and Loosening.

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    A time travel tale. (Please note: This was originally posted to substack on January 29, 2026, but I want it to live here too.) I recently read this amazing fucking essay by Doechii (read it here), and it got me thinking: If I could go back in time, when would I visit myself? Which version of…

  • The Truth Rests In My Body.

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    to showthe worldall of me,i have to tell themabout you.i cannot speakin half-truthsanymore.i cannotlivehalf-way. Truth is infuriating. Rage-inducing, at times. How does the saying go? The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off? Well, I’m fucking pissed. I’ve been pissed for a long time. I was just exceptionally good at…