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Party girl turned sassy sober sally. Never met a swear word I didn’t like, or a piece of plastic I didn’t hate. Real talk only. @raegjules

There was always love, but I felt like something was missing.

New Years' Eve at the Hedley House. Image courtesy of the author (Raegan Hedley).

Here’s why I moved back home.


_________, don’t ________.

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I’m going to write two things for you, and you can tell me which one is more convincing:

  1. She is kind.
  2. She sends an email every Monday to someone in her contact database expressing her admiration for their work or giving them a genuine compliment.

And again, written as it might appear in an article:

  1. Hasan is a hard worker who has been successful in his endeavours.
  2. Hasan was promoted to regional manager last month. “I love my job and team,” says Hasan. “Some days, I realize the sun is setting, and I’m still at my desk!”

And again, written as it might appear in a resume:

  1. I am a self-starter.
  2. At my last job, I pitched my boss a plan to revamp the B2B email marketing strategy and offered to take the lead.

What’s the common element in all three examples?


I lived alone for three years and learned some stuff about *independence*

A pink desk with a Macbook, potted tree, books and corkboard with colourful images on it.
A pink desk with a Macbook, potted tree, books and corkboard with colourful images on it.
My desk setup in my second solo apartment, circa 2019. Photo Credit: Raegan Hedley.

Let’s dive in.

Living alone is expensive.


Putting words around the melancholy you feel around/after midnight.

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I don’t even know how long I’ve been staring at a screen.


How I got out of my own way when it came to love.

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I don’t want to upset the delicate balance of the universe that’s allowing me to be with him. Will putting the words out into the world threaten to topple it over?


A poem about writing even when it runs away.

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There are so many layers. One of them is the patriarchy (duh).

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You can learn a lot from something you suck at.

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#2 — I couldn’t trust myself anymore.

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1. I didn’t want things to get worse.


I was so annoying they eventually said yes.

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