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Author: Willow Becker

Make It Weird. Make It Magic. Make It Matter.

The $2,000 Tampons – A Disgusting Story About My Stupid Pug

Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned. It has been over a month since my last annoying blog confession. And feminine products are to blame. In my life, there has been a clear and obvious trend that I no longer try to avoid. It’s called, “The universal law of everything all at once.” What this…
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10 Best (and Worst) Freelance Copywriting Jobs

The truth is, copywriting is a pretty easy business to get into, as long as you know what you’re doing and you have some self-esteem. From writing to making invoices, it can be an easy job but a demanding one too, especially if you don’t have the tools that will make your life a lot…
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Constant Reader: An Open Letter to Stephen King

As you all know, I am an avid writer and an even more avid reader. And I read every type of book I can find, I’m not one to stick to a certain genre. But I owe my love for books to one man… Steven King. So, I decided I would tell him how much…
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Middle School Sucks

 I’m gonna guess that if you’re reading my blog, you are no longer in middle school. Or, if you are, you have somehow hijacked your parent’s computer and are frantically trying to Google “How to delete browser history.” Good luck with that. Middle school is awful. For most of my life, I have believed…
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How Wearing No Makeup Got a Hispanic Lady to Call the Cops on Me

I’m not what you call, “A normal person.” My priorities are, in order: 1. My daughter 2. My husband 3. My writing 4. Everything else I wake up early, work like a dog, get my daughter out of bed, throw some food at her and then whisk her away to school. It’s lucky for her…
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Building a fire with your writing

Building a One Match Fire

I was thinking about fire this morning. About building fires, exactly. My dad is a master fire-builder, splitting piney logs until they looked like matchsticks, layering them horizontal, crossing each other to make a tiny roofless house, newspaper always in the middle. Of course he talks the whole time, figuring the placement of each element…
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Because – An Argument for Belief

Because I am a writer. Because I want to make a difference. Because I really care about people and the world. Because my checking account is at $136.00 Because I have always loved telling stories. Because I have already lived a thousand lives inside my own head. Because I really can make a difference. Because…
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25 Ways to Know if You’re a True Oregonian

If you simultaneously thought that this was the stupidest title of an article in the universe AND knew you had to read it just to make sure I got everything right, you are in the right place. Welcome home, Oregonian. You and I are from a better state than them all. There is something about…
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Pinterest Soul-Searching

For a long time, I had no idea what Pinterest was all about. It basically looked like the Relief Society took over the internet and then tried to convert the universe. The result? A gajillion pictures of kittens, 5,000 recipes for pumpkin bread and an eternity of articles about how to create party favors out…
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How to Survive the First Week of Teaching High School English – Or Die Trying

The crazy part about being a SAH mom is that I no longer have to deal with the ramp-up and emotional explosion that is THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Of course, I am buying school supplies (for my own child – novelty!) Still, I see all the half-joking status updates by my teaching friends mourning…
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skinny dipping

The Best Water for Skinny Dipping

5 writers walk into a campground. This is either the set up for the worst joke ever, or the premise of a bloody B-movie where all the blondes die in ironic ways. I choose the latter, of course. Actually, my retreat was much less gory than I expected it to be. Also, less dramatic. No…
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The Ballad of the Tweezers: The Dangers of Being Fine

True honesty makes us vulnerable. Most of us spend our whole lives pretending to be the things that we should be. We hide the worst parts of ourselves, hoping that the pretense will somehow overcome the deep-seated secret desires and maladies that lie just out of sight. Most of us won’t tell the truth even…
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