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The Road Ahead: Flowers to My Heart
I am sure that we have all heard the famous "everything happens for a reason," but I wonder who the genius behind that was. I would love to meet them and subsequently get some explanations along the way, too.
Djemima Duvernat
May 13 min read


What is your Favorite Book?
Photo Credit: Djemima Duvernat When someone asks me about my favorite book, the answer comes with no hesitation: “The Catcher in the Rye." The truth goes beyond how amazing the book itself is; my love for the book is attached to the day I received it. It was my very first English class in the United States; I was drowning, not in the Atlantic Ocean I had crossed to get here, but in the sea of unfamiliar language. I felt so lonely even though I was surrounded by other students
Djemima Duvernat
Apr 174 min read


Operation Epic Fury: America’s Mightiest President
Photo credit - Patch Bowen, Horseshoe SATIRE Our very loving president, Donald Trump, had his “Avengers” moment when he picked the name for the military operation against Iran. Nobody saw it coming, of course, except anyone who has been paying even the slightest attention to his entire political career. The man has never exactly been subtle about his personality nor his intentions. I mean, let’s talk about it, “ Epic Fury ,” that is the kind of name a 15-year-old would type i
Djemima Duvernat
Apr 33 min read


On the Train
Photo Credit: Djemima Duvernat Photo Credit: Djemima Duvernat Photo Credit: Djemima Duvernat I have always loved riding the train. There is something about watching the world move through the windows while I sit still that makes me think about everything and nothing all at once. As houses blur past, I get a glimpse of people’s lives, and I get to decide whether it is a happy one or if I would want to be them in that specific moment. A woman hangs laundry in her backyard. Chi
Djemima Duvernat
Feb 209 min read


Shotgun
Photo Credit to Ana Karolina Pereira on Pexels The front seat of his car was dangerous and yet she found herself there more times than she could count. It was always reserved for her, not asked or offered, just expected. Someone trusted to drive her from school events and on grocery runs. That someone made sure the front seat was empty and available for her. Made sure she sat up front, the back seat was too cramped, too uncomfortable. Someone who needed her there within reach
Djemima Duvernat
Feb 63 min read
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