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Ninety Day Challenge

In Life Reflections by Natalie Shaw

“Do you ever feel like you can only be so much of a good person?” My friend laughed, but nodded. Probably not the response she was expecting when she asked about my dating life. “Something’s gotta give,” she said. “Exactly,” …

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Only Fools

In 4LTR WORD: FOOL, Dating by Natalie Shaw

Today, I promised myself, I would be a fool. Only a fool would be here, at this coffee shop. I should be home, on my couch, with my cat, in the safe little nest I’ve built for myself in a …

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All I Want for Christmas is My Face Back

In 4LTR WORD: GIFT by Natalie Shaw

“You’re being such a good sport about this.” That’s the response I usually get, after I go through the whole spiel. It’s called Bell’s Palsy, half of my face is paralyzed because of an inflammation of the facial nerves. No …

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Home Language

In 4LTR WORD: HOME by Natalie Shaw

On a hot August evening in 2008, I got into my car and pulled out of our driveway. I ran into my dad, on his way back from a dinner, on my way out. He rolled down his window, so …

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To Caleb, On His Moving Day

In Life Reflections by Natalie Shaw

Hi, friend. By now you are on your way, driving off to your new life, leaving behind everything that’s been familiar and comfortable to you for the past 19 years. I was about a year younger than you when I …

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Country Magic

In Yellow House Chronicles by Natalie Shaw

There is magic out here I can never explain. Evenings are my favorite, after everyone has left. I can leave the obligations and demands of the day behind and return to my porch swing and wait for the world to …

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On Happiness

In Yellow House Chronicles by Natalie Shaw

I have been gone from the farmhouse a while, gallivanting around Colorado, first at a horse show in the foothills and then playing Maid of Honor at one of my best friend’s weddings up in the mountains. I was lucky …

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Change Your Story

In Yellow House Chronicles by Natalie Shaw

It’s been a hard few weeks. I turned 27. My horse came out of his stall unable to put weight on one of his legs. I got into quite the altercation with an overzealous cop. Oh, and I got dumped. …

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The Only Way Out is Through

In Yellow House Chronicles by Natalie Shaw

I am writing this from the bottom of a hill. I live here now, with the mosquitoes and the ticks and the stinging nettle, because I’m tired. I’ve been running for over 30 minutes, up and down these hills, through …