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No amount of bargaining or denial will change that simple bead of truth.

Four years ago, almost to the (very rainy) day, I walked down the Lawn with my mom. I remember peeking through every open door, turning away before I could make awkward eye contact with any of the occupants.

Lately, I can’t help but ask myself: am I old or just getting older? 

 An Exploration of the True Intentions Behind UVA’s Division for Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion

At the University of Virginia, the Instagram account @barstooluva has amassed thousands of followers.

My mother was born with a green ribbon wrapped around her left thumb

when sunlight hits foggy glass just right

prints reveal themselves, oil smeared into smiling faces

she sits by her fire, gently tending its flames 

The women know the answer