Essays by Allyson Armistead

 
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YOU ALREADY KNOW THE ENDING

You are already healed. There is an already-healed you. These steps through the present—every bite of clean food, every dose of herbs—are simply the motions, the vehicle that will transport you to your future healed self. All you are doing is catching up to that future you.

Ruminate Magazine Blog, Spring 2014.

 
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She’s italian

Mom had told us that Grandma was abandoned, put outside with the trash at 15, with two children at 25. A father, a husband: a string of shattered pearls. Her only possession was her word.

Citron Review, Summer 2012.

 
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THE ORANGE TREE I COULDN’T CLIMB

Years ago, I had an image of two girls poking at the ground with a willow stick. I have no idea why I found this image so profound, so beautiful. For years, I left it alone. I told myself there is no story here; there is nothing inherently interesting about children antagonizing dirt with a fallen tree branch. And yet, it wouldn’t leave me alone.

Ruminate Magazine Blog, Summer 2012