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I like to write things that make people uncomfortable.

Yes, you read that correctly. I wish I could remember what I was thinking all those years ago.

I think he just wanted to see how I’d react. I didn’t know how to.


By then, he and I had graduated high school and we were both 18. …


I want to say it’s been raining for two straight days, but it did stop for several hours yesterday afternoon, a period which stretched well into the night.

Knowing morning was coming and I had to get up and drive an hour to school in the rain , I’d bury my head in the blankets, thinking, “No no no no nonono.”

I always used to say that I hate rainy days, and while that’s not true, I found them to be distasteful unless I had absolutely nothing to do that day and could stay curled up in comfy pajamas under…


It’s 8:23 a.m., I got up for the day about 30 minutes ago, and my first instinct was to fetch my laptop from where I left it on the ottoman last night after clocking two hours at home, after a seven-hour day.

Lately I have to work as a machine and not as a person if I want to be on top of anything, let alone everything.

Today I’ll work a full day, starting probably before my first meeting at 11:30 a.m. and ending whenever the school board meeting — which starts at 7 p.m. and has an unusually long…


I had an 11:30 a.m. interview Thursday at a local art gallery, which (I thought) was set up by a third-party PR person several weeks ago.

Wednesday morning, I had a new email from that PR representative asking whether they’ll be able to access and share the article after publication without paying for a subscription to the newspaper or website.


Please, somebody, teach me how to summon my inner bitch at will.

That’s what I wanted to say, but didn’t; I didn’t responded at all, figuring I’d deal with it Thursday when I got there. …


I spent a good portion of my day off Monday playing with my Medium profile and trying to erase anything that explicitly offers clues to who I am. Probably pointless; I’ve been writing under my own name here for a couple years now and probably more people I know are aware of that than I know of.

I’ve never even wanted to write under a pseudonym.

Hello. My name is (not) Eudora Georgina, and I’m glad you’re (still) here.

All my life, I’ve wanted to be a novelist under no other name than my own. I dreamed of holding a…

Let me be clear: I do not feel fully qualified to write about my frustrations with corporate America, because I don’t fully understand corporate America.

What I do understand is corporate America is not designed for people like me — those at the bottom of the corporate ladder — to understand how it works, let alone how to beat the system.

Yesterday, my husband invested in a gently used car, a 2019 Nissan with less than 20,000 miles, which will make an hour’s commute easier and safer.

Online, the price of the car was listed as a little over $16,000…


The instant I stop writing for myself, I lose something.

I always wanted a job writing, and I’m lucky to have one — but I think it takes a conscious effort to move past all the writing I do for work to get back to the writing projects I want to work on. The last thing I feel like doing when I get home most days is writing.

The instant I stop writing for myself, I forget everything that drew me to writing in the first place.

I was pretty diligent about doing it anyway last November, after I made…

The results are finally in, and on January 20, former U.S. Vice President Joe Biden will assume the role of President of the United States, with Senator Kamala Harris taking on the role of Vice President — the first woman, and the first woman of color, to ever do so.

I have waited days for this news.


Tuesday evening found me in the office with my co-reporters, waiting for the results of the local municipal elections so that we could call our candidates and finish writing Wednesday’s newspaper, and we all kept an eye on the presidential election results, waiting…

My father and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, and at the top of the list is always politics.


I’m not well versed enough to understand or even know the differences between every party, every platform, every issue, but I know that both my parents consider themselves Republican and consistently vote as such, while I now consistently vote Democrat, though I think I am more of what’s considered a liberal.

“Nothing sobers and reforms him like a…liberal education.”

Case in point — I took the Pew Research Center’s political typology quiz, and this is the…

Just this week I’ve seen steel gray blanketing overhead and cloudless, brilliant blue skies. A touch of rain dampened my front walk earlier this evening. The leaves on the backyard tree have begun to turn, and will soon start to fall.

With every tiny change, I expect to feel crisper air outside my window, and I want to reach for my sweaters, boots and scarves.

There’s a sense of slowing down in the fall. Not an overt sense, but a subtle one.

But this is southeast Texas, where a “cold front” equals 85 degrees and less humidity.

So, (im)patiently, I…

Eudora Georgina

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