by Jen Hatmaker on October 22nd, 2015

I don’t know if you know this, but chickens are low-hanging fruit. My girlfriend Katie asked me yesterday: “Did you have trouble with animals digging to get to your chickens? Did you have anything around their coop to prevent it?” No, we basically provided a free chicken buffet for neighboring raccoons, dogs, and coyotes. We started with twelve chickens and now we have two (RIP) (#neverforget).
 
But let me tell you about our two. These girls, they are survivors. I am so serious. They are two tough broads. All their sisters fell one by one to poor wandering habits and a basic ignorance of their surroundings, but these two own the hood. They never leave each others side and I’m pretty sure they are never going to die.
 
Until about three months ago, we let the chickens free range all over our one-acre (and sometimes the neighbors’ yards which accounted for the untimely deaths of chickens #4, #7, and #10). We would shut them in their coop at night all roosted together, and in the morning we’d open the door and they’d all run out at top speed to begin their thrilling day of hunting and pecking. I mean, I’d open the gate four inches and they squeezed out and ran for freedom.
 
But because chickens actually crap all over everything including your patio furniture and new porch, we fenced in a large area around their coop and confined them to a normal-sized free-range zone so we would no longer constantly sit on/walk through/clean up their irrational amounts of poop. They’ve been in there for three months.
 
Yesterday after texting with Katie, I decided to let the two plucky chickens have a field trip around the yard. Won’t this be fun for the girls! I thought. They’ll run around their favorite old paths and scratch under the trees and have a merry time. We had some rain so everything is soft and bugs are plentiful and this will be their #bestlifenow.
 
So imagine my shock when I walked over to the coop, excitedly threw open the gate preparing for the chicken sprint…and they just stared at me. Come out, gals! Look! Run like the wind! The whole yard is your playground today! But they just turned away and walked back toward the coop. I left the gate wide open all day, and they never left. The adventurous, seize-the-day spirit of our two survivors was gone.
 
I can’t quit thinking about it.
 
I’m a big fan of freedom, of wide-open spaces, of not being confined and imprisoned and stuck. This is absolutely God’s craving for us too: “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery” (Galatians 5:1). That first sentence is everything. Why did Jesus set us free? So we would be free. That’s basically it. He emancipated us from everything that imprisons because freedom is its own reward. To hear the Bible tell it, Christians should be the freest, most unstuck, unrestricted, liberated people breathing air.
 
I woke up thinking how many of us are staying inside the tiny coop while the gate to the big yard is wide open. There it is! Right there! Freedom! We believe we are locked in, but the confinement is imaginary. We’ve been imprisoned for so long, we cannot even recognize what an open door looks like. The small space, the fence, the latch, the borders; it has become our whole world until there is nothing even visible outside anymore.
 
Who told you imprisonment was your only option? What narrative have you believed that keeps you trapped, forfeiting your own freedom? And how long have you chained yourself inside? The prisons, they are many: toxic relationships, abusive churches, soul-crushing jobs, addictions, sorrow, impossible expectations, deferred dreams, the lie of scarcity, fear, regret.
 
These are hurdles, not prisons.

 
“…through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death” (Romans 8:1). Somewhere along the way, the idea of misery became enmeshed with the notion of Christian sacrifice. God became this irrational, confusing abuser who kept his kids locked in poisonous or barren environments for the sake of…I’m not sure what…the kingdom? Longsuffering? Death to self? I’ve heard abused women say, “God has not released me yet…” and I want to scream YES HE SURE AS HECK HAS. I’ve seen folks shrivel and shrink under toxic church leadership, dreamers desert their gifts under the double lie of scarcity + fear. I’ve seen the emotional surrender to addictions, imagining freedom is for other people.
 
Why do we think we only deserve the coop when God gave us the whole yard?
 
I remember the day I realized Brandon and I could walk away from a toxic environment that had broken our spirits. It was like a revelation, the moment my eyes saw the open gate. We can leave?? There was no Protestant work ethic that demanded we forfeit our souls for “loyalty.” There was no requirement of emotional loss so someone else could gain. God never asked for our full erasure to serve a bottom line. We were free.
 
We always had been.
 
Dear one, I don’t know what prison you are in, but listen to me: the gate is open. We are loved by a God of freedom and liberation and adventure and meaning. Run like the wind! Look, right outside the fence, there it is! We are not a people of prisons. Perhaps your spirit has been broken, because small locked spaces can do that after awhile. But you are not a slave to those shackles. Jesus set you way too free for that nonsense. There is so much life out there, so much to see, so much to experience, so much to enjoy, so much space to heal and find your legs again and run.
 
I know those first few steps outside can be terrifying; prisons confine and restrict but at least they are familiar. But if Jesus is to be trusted, He opened the gate because evidently freedom is how to do this thing, this life. It is his plan and will and He believed so deeply in its power that He went all the way to the cross to secure it for us. You are pluckier than you think; it’s still in there down deep. I know it feels risky, even unchristian if you’ve been abusively programmed. But you can do this. You can sprint through that gate. The whole yard is yours.
 
Off you go.


by Jen Hatmaker on October 7th, 2015

In a leader, you really want tenacity. Friends, I want you to know that you can trust my influence because I totally committed to the entire Gilmore Girls series this summer. I see through my vows. I am not a quitter.
 
A lot of you followed “my journey” through GG since June, and the thing about Gilmore is that you want to talk about it with other addicts enthusiasts. Because Brandon refused to join me on my journey (BYE FELICIA), most GG observations have pooled in my brain and need voicing. They need to be heard and understood by other Friends of Gilmore. So can we talk about the quirky, hilarious observations only people who’ve watched 154 consecutive hours of the same show can appreciate? In no particular order:
 
The coffee. This has several subpoints:
 
  • Luke only pours about three swallows of coffee into everyone’s mug.
  • Lorelai and Rory never pay for their coffee, which is only fair (see previous sentence).
  • The to-go cups of coffee are clearly empty. The girls wave them around like the empty Styrofoam containers they are, and they can carry a whole carton of coffees like they weigh nothing at all and will never spill. Which they don’t and won’t.
  • Always black coffee? What is this, Communism?
  • After ordering coffee at Luke’s, Lorelai and Rory take one swallow and then leave in a rush to the inn/Chilton/Yale/town meeting: "Thank you for this huge cheeseburger! Oops. Gotta go." They clearly don’t value their food purchases, which is a wash since they never pay.

I was obsessed with the background activity. I have never seen a show with so much going on. Constant people walking (near and far), cars driving, people fake talking, someone decorating the square (again), people eating, mamas pushing strollers, folks standing in line, people shopping. It was someone’s whole entire job just to coordinate the background activity. I always tried to find repeats. WHICH I FOUND. That same car sure loves to circle the square. 
 
People "eating" at Luke’s. A cousin to the background activity obsession, these people had full plates of food and never, ever ate. They pushed the food around, picked up food with their forks and put it back down, shook a lot of salt, held their (mostly empty) coffee mugs, talked with no actual sound, nodded and smiled, dabbed their mouths with a napkin, cut food with a knife repeatedly, and basically acted like a toddler pretending to eat. Well done, Fakers.
 
Related: in general, I have never seen an empty or even half-empty plate on GG. Every Friday dinner at Emily and Richard’s? They leave full plates. Luke’s? Full plates. The dining room at the inn? Full plates. No one eats in Stars Hollow. It is a town of abundant food and zero consumers. This is why Lorelai and Rory constantly eat like 18-year-old frat boys at a fast food convention and still zip up those size 4 jeans every day. WHATEVER, fake eating skinny girls.
 

Apparently in Stars Hollow it is always and only Fall and Winter. There is a tiny window of spring for one episode and then all major characters take a full summer vacation/summer job/traveling responsibility/distant internship. Summer is dead to Stars Hollow. Spring is hanging on by a thread. The bread and butter of Gilmore is Fall and Winter. The chief mascot of Stars Hollow is the pumpkin, which adorns every home, stoop, business, and town activity in 91% of the series.
 
Sookie’s kitchen looks like a staged fresh produce commercial that is entirely, completely impractical.
Overflowing baskets of fresh bread, a sink full of beautiful washed lettuce, giants bowls of cherries/peppers/oranges/purple onions, perfectly decorated pastries and pies just sitting there (never covered and no pieces ever cut out), pans of tiny, lovely roasted quail, a glass-front refrigerator that looks like an ad for OCD medication. And absolutely zero chopped anything, no mess, no dirty bowls piled up, nothing in the sink (except that beautiful produce), nothing half-prepared, no sloppy utensils, no used pans, no foul-mouthed, sweaty chefs, no signs of actual cooking. I make one average meal for seven people and my kitchen appears ransacked by drunken raccoons.
 
Where is all the nasty crap?

The boyfriend dilemmas. The rotating cast of boyfriends/fiancés/husbands was our cross to bear during Gilmore. I guess Amy Sherman-Palladino wanted us to kind of like each one and kind of hate them. Dean was so kind and considerate…but OH MY GOSH STOP YOUR WHINING. Jess was intelligent and deep (compared to Dean the sweet dumb-dumb)…but if he opened that fresh mouth one more time to Luke, I was prepared to snatch him bald-headed. PRACTICE YOUR MANNERS, YOUNG MAN. I never bought Max for Lorelai. And the Luke/Christopher conundrum drove me to the bottle. The only boyfriend I really liked was Logan. I don’t care what you say! Team Logan! And we all know how that ended. THANKS FOR NOTHING, PLOT SUBVERTERS.
 
Low: my least favorite part of the series was when Lorelai and Rory were in an eight-episode silent standoff. I basically hated that whole season. Are you kidding me? Eight episodes of childish, heartbreaking silence?? I actually googled: “Were Lauren Graham and Alexis Bledel in a real life fight and Amy couldn’t write them into scenes together?” Because otherwise I guess the writers just hated us. I was so mad at Lorelai and Rory during that fight, I actually prayed for their reconciliation. And God was like, “Get a life, Hatmaker. I have people to help who are not imaginary.”
 
Second low: Rory and Married Dean. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. No. No. No. Hate. Sad. Tears. Despair. Fury. Disappointment. Five stages of grief. Never reached “acceptance.” Terrible. I want to go back and write that part out of the show.
 
Highs: Rory’s high school graduation speech.
This was my actual face during that episode.

I carb loaded to prepare for this episode and it still didn't help.

Other highs: Kirk’s night terrors. LOLZ. The fast-talking babbling. Paris’ hilarious commentary (she really grew on me, that one), Lorelai’s sarcasm (to Rory before her Yale panel presentation: “Good luck, honey! But just remember: if you don’t do well, we will stop loving you.”), Rory’s bangs, Emily’s outrageous elitism made me howl.
 

And I know I am in the minority, but I loved the series finale (minus the absence of beloved Logan; still bitter). I started crying when Lorelai watched Rory sleep and I bawled like a newborn baby until the very end. The tents Luke sewed together, the townspeople, the signs everyone was holding (when they pulled up in the Jeep and saw the signs in the rain, I’m pretty sure I needed a therapist). It tied up the series with a lovely bow and I thought about it for three straight days. (Brandon was just happy it was done. He was like, "Remember that summer all you did was watch Gilmore Girls? That was fun. Good times.")
 
Gilmore made me feel so many feelings! I loved it. Loved, loved, loved. I was devastated it was over! (I heard rumors that Luke and Lorelai didn’t get along in real life, and I CHOOSE COMPLETE DENIAL ON THAT.) I read all the articles (Liza Weil tried out for Rory and was so interesting, Amy wrote the character of Paris for her), clicked on the Gilmore-related Buzzfeeds, listened to the interviews, and watched the reunion taping from earlier this year. I drank all the koolaid and it was delicious.
 
Thank you, Amy Sherman-Palladino! Please make us a Gilmore reunion special or, better yet, a Gilmore movie. It must seem obvious at this point that millions of psychotic fans will beat down the doors to every theater in the country. We are incredible weirdos and you made us this way. We used to be normal, but now we are Gilmore lunatics. We miss Stars Hollow and that wacky cast of characters. Please bring them back to us.
 
I would still be in mourning…but I’ve already started Parenthood.
 
 
EDITED: I can't believe I didn't mention Michel! I am hopelessly devoted to him: "People are particularly stupid today. I can't talk to any more of them."

GG Fans, what else did I miss? Funny observations, quirks, best and worst moments, favorite scenes, favorite quotes. We could do this for DAYS.



by Jen Hatmaker on July 10th, 2015

Do you ever wonder how authors feel and think about their readers? I do. Constantly. I always want Anne Lamott to actually know me, and I want Alan Bradley to come over for tea so I can talk to him about his characters, and I want to know if Sue Monk Kidd read the tweets I sent about how much her storylines affected me spiritually. I wonder if they sit at their desks and imagine their readers engrossed in Chapter Eleven at 2:48am.
 
Do they love us as much as we love them?
 
I don’t know if you know this, but I am also an author. Brandon always tells me, “Your people are so good to you.” I KNOW IT, BRO. I know it because you are overtly generous with your words and affection and support and love. And because we’ve banded together for so many good things: we’ve sponsored kids all over the world, built schools, supported sustainable businesses in vulnerable countries, built tiny houses for the homeless, and the list goes on and on. Not to mention the daily camaraderie in the trenches of parenting, marriage, and life.
 
So I want to answer the above question: YES. I LOVE YOU TWICE AS MUCH.
 
For crying out loud, some of you have been with me for ten years. It has been a joy to be your friend. So when my new book was in development, the conversation with my Book People went like this:
 
Me: Let’s give my readers stuff! Rewards! Think rewards!
BP: Okay, let’s brainstorm incentives.
Me: I got it! Let’s give the book away for free. My readers have been so loyal! They deserve it!
BP: No.
Me: Fine. 75% off.
BP: This is why we don’t always invite you to these meetings, Jen.

 

So we thunk and thunk and I begged my friends for things and came up with all this “original bonus stuff” I could write or record or compile for you, and we put together a whole list of freebies for every Preorderer. The list starts at one book, increases for five, and maxes out at ten:
 
  • The coolest one: preorder and get the PDF today even though For the Love doesn’t release until August 18th (this one is time sensitive – expires July 17th)
  • For the Love of Food: ebook of my favorite recipes (you know how I write these)
  • Discount code to Noonday Collection
  • 4 bonus essays – audio version in which I crack my own self up
  • FTL quote poster
  • FTL discussion questions (this book was made for Book Clubs)
  • FTL t-shirt
  • FTL leather cuff from Noonday

I MEAN.
 
Haitian artisans for Noonday are busy making these wrap bracelets,
and I pretty much cannot deal.
They will also be given to
Noonday Trunk Show hosts between August 6-13 and available for individual purchase. $5 of each sale goes to Help One Now's work in Haiti.

A few interesting facts about preordering that I never knew:
 
  • When you preorder, you aren’t charged until the book releases. Did you know that?? So you can preorder now, get all the freebies, and get charged on August 18th when it releases, OR you can just order it when it releases but miss out on the freebies. In other words, if you are ever going to buy it, you should do it now and GET FREE STUFF. Order now, get stuff, pay later…or just pay later.
 
  • If you preorder through Amazon, you get the benefit of the low-price guarantee, meaning if the price decreases anytime between your order date and the end of the day of the release date, you'll receive the lowest price. Well done, Amazon!
   
Question: Why would anyone want to order more than one copy?
 
First, the incentives aren’t shabby. Second, For the Love is a book club selection, fo shizzle. It broaches so many conversations women are having (or want to have), it is like low-hanging fruit for amazing discussions: community, sex and marriage, parenting, career and calling, church, food, struggle, the fear of transparency, loneliness, mean people, fashion. It is literally all in there. Third, gifts. Stick a stack in your closet and give them away to friends, teachers (I write about teachers), neighbors, enemies (I write about enemies), sisters, pastors’ wives, daughters, hairdressers, favorite cashiers, people you sit next to on planes. If I’ve shown you anything, I hope it is that you can trust me with your favorite people. They will only get love and grace and encouragement and laughter with me, no matter who they are or where they are.
 
Question: Who should even buy this book? Well, I’ll tell you:
 

Oh, I really do love you. I really want you to have all this fun stuff. All the preorder goodies are available until August 17th, except for the PDF, which is only good until July 17th, one more week. (You posting your favorite quotes everywhere from your early PDF copies? I AM DYING. My very favorite thing about a book release is seeing which sentences or sections moved someone. Or woke her husband up with laughter at 12:30am. L.O.V.E.)
 
If you haven't already, you can preorder here, then jump over to my For the Love website, click on “Preorder Today!” then click on “How do I get my freebies?” (<--- just click on that if you have already preordered from any site) and follow the directions. Your confirmation email will come within 45 minutes or so, and your PDF will be available after that! (Be just a mite patient as it takes a bit, and also check your spam folder, because lots of girls found their confirmation email in that traphole.)
 
So glad to share this with you. It was such a labor of love.
 
XOXOXOXOXO, sisters. You are so dear to me.
 

by Jen Hatmaker on July 2nd, 2015

If you have followed me for longer than one minute, you already know the do-gooder people I love most:

1. Noonday
2. Help One Now

The only person I am more obsessed with is Ben at the Morning Star Family Home in China for abandoned children with severe heart disease:
(This is exactly how I look at my doctor when she writes down my weight.)
Do not even attempt to deal with Ben's cuteness. If you love yourself, follow me and my friend @meredithtoering on Insta where she steadily feeds me pics for our #Benstagram.
Also,
sponsor one of her heart babies. Kthanksbye.

So if I have, say, a big book launch coming and I am looking for partners to help love the world with it, I make two phone calls: to Jessica at Noonday and Chris at Help One Now. Obvs. What am I going to do? Just let this book go out into the world without raising a little hell for good?? You know that is not my jam.

So mark your calendars for August 6-13, because anyone who hosts a Noonday Trunk Show during those days gets an advanced copy of For the Love and exclusive For the Love bracelet created by artisans in Haiti! AND not only do you help create economic opportunity in vulnerable countries with every Noonday purchase, but $5 of every FTL bracelet sold goes to Help One Now and their work in Haiti.

You get awesome jewelry.

Noonday artisans in ten countries are empowered.

Help One Now is funded for their work in Haiti.

So.Much.Winning.
 
GET ALL THE WAY OUT OF TOWN. Handcrafted with love in Haiti!

Q: What is a Noonday Trunk Show?

A Trunk Show is a party where you invite women in your community to shop for beautiful jewelry and accessories handmade by Artisans around the world. A Noonday Ambassador will share the stories of transformation behind each unique piece. By shopping, you and your friends will create opportunity in vulnerable communities around the world. If that doesn't sound awesome, check for a pulse.

Q: What do I get out of it?

Pretty much everything. You get style (Noonday is so fashion forward), connection between you and the women you invite and then to all the artisans who handcrafted your beautiful pieces, the opportunity to do great good with your dollars, and rewards! Trunk Show hosts earn free and half-off products! Plus MY BOOK, HELLO. Plus THE BRACELET, HELLO.
 
This book contains the words "horsecrappery." I'VE ALREADY SAID TOO MUCH.

Hosting a Trunk Show is basically the shiz. Trust me, you and your friends will drool over the new fall line. It is outstanding. I popped up to the Noonday offices a couple of weeks ago for a sneak peek, and I needed a fainting couch.
This girl.

This could not be easier: click here to sign up to host a Noonday Trunk Show between August 6-13. The end. Ambassadors all over the country are standing by! You'll get all the info you need. As a host, you'll get my new book (a week before it even releases!), a FTL leather wrap bracelet, free and discounted Noonday products, and know this:

Every penny spent at a Trunk Show goes toward economic empowerment for artisans in ten vulnerable countries, $5 of every FTL wrap purchase (available August 6th) goes toward fighting child trafficking in Haiti through Help One Now, and business opportunities are created for Noonday Ambassadors right here in the good ol' US of A. If you are going to spend, SPEND LIKE THIS.

For the love of Haiti!

For the love of artisans!

For the love of empowerment!

For the love of gorgeous leather wraps!

Plus, it will be near the end of summer and let's just stipulate that WE WILL ALL DESERVE A PRIZE BY THEN. Oh my gosh. 



by Jen Hatmaker on July 1st, 2015

Listen, we have this whole thing going on, me and my EFs. "EF" means email friend, and I have to explain this constantly (just this week the sweetest woman emailed my assistant Amanda because the subject line in my weekly email was "LC for my EFs because LYLAS" and she was pretty sure it was profanity...bless all the hearts).

My EFs are my safe place. That's how I feel about them. So I save special correspondence just for them. This is where I tell personal stories I don’t want to share with the whole big internet, send pictures probably not meant for public consumption, talk about my favorite things I’m loving, and give them awesome things. My EFs have received free books, incredible discount codes, free printables, coupons, advance info before the rest of the world (I sent the link for signed copies of my new book to my EFs the day before we went public, and they bought every copy in 30 minutes…sorry, World), ticket specials, advance chapters, and all around general goodies.

They are very dear to me.

And I want you to be one of them.

So guess what? If you sign up for emails, I will send you four bonus essays I wrote just for my EFs! They will automatically land in your inbox one minute from now like magic just for signing up. These are not cast off essays or random pieces that didn't fit anywhere. I wrote them just for my EFs. Want a taste? Here are a couple of excerpts:


From "An Old-Fashioned Idea":

...Sometimes we are so incredibly convinced, we elevate principles over people, forgetting that only a very small handful of human issues are concrete; most are fluid, nuanced, contextual, subjective. Different does not mean against, nor does it mean wrong. There is way more wiggle room than we concede.
 
Paul told us in Romans: “Be devoted to one another in brotherly love; give preference to one another in honor.” This would pretty much solve it. If I am devoted to you, if I prefer to honor you than disprove you, then we can preserve loving community in the midst of thousands of differences, even monumental ones. As long as I prefer the sound of my own voice and the affirmation of my choices, then brotherhood and sisterhood is hopeless. Sure, we must love our neighbors as much as ourselves, but as themselves. When a society only loves the neighbors who are like themselves, the natural outcome leads all the way to racism, hatred, fear, and all out war. Uniformity should never supersede community...


From "Vacationing with Children and Other Ways to Sabotage Your Sanity":

...It takes no less than but possibly more than two hours longer to leave than planned. This is a scientific fact. The kids jam every sort of blanket, pillow, handheld device, stuffed animal, book, activity bag, and headphone case into the car. The entire interior smells like feet. Brandon puts the car in reverse and a child suddenly has to go to the bathroom. It is urgent. At this moment, in this fragile state, this is the worst thing that could ever happen. There is an 82% chance we will cancel the whole trip. Once we finally leave, Brandon is not speaking to any of us. All words and sounds are forbidden until further notice. NO I WILL NOT TURN ON THE RADIO, says the dad. Ten minutes later, someone tries a joke. It’s too soon. We soldier on...


From "My Doomed Career as Your Judge":

...Every time I start talking about grace, some people get wonky. I mean, just how far are we going to let this grace thing go?? Sure, we love it for ourselves, but after that, everyone needs to tighten it up, man! When Jesus sent the disciples out on their first mission, he said, “Freely you’ve been given, freely you should give.” No discussion of prerequisites or gatekeeping or scarcity but simply a very large table where everyone gets a seat. The problem is, we tend to receive freely but give conditionally. How quickly we forget that we are sinners saved by grace, not co-judges appointed by our righteousness...


From "A Conversation with My Old Clothes":

...And hello there, Really Low-Waisted Size 6 Jeans puttin’ out the vibe with those heels. I remember you. The upside of having babies in my mid-twenties was that incredible metabolism (R.I.P.) which snapped me back into shape while hardly trying. I didn’t even know how short our adult relationship was going to be, Tiny Jeans. I MISS YOU, 6!!
 
Now, we didn’t have skinnies back then, so I rocked your super long boot cut over those spiky heels. I buttoned you up like a person whose jeans fit, a phenomenon I struggle to recall. You and I hadn’t created our muffin top situation yet. We were just best friends being kind to one another. (The contortion I put my jeans through now counts as denim abuse, and they are certainly no friend to my thigh meat.) I hung on to the last pair of you until five years ago, that one last dusty pair on the bottom of the pile, until I finally admitted our relationship was over and would never be revived. It’s not that you aren’t into me but that I can’t really get into you. Like, physically. I saved you pointlessly, like all those jugs of water for Y2K...
.................................................

So as you can see, there is all kinds of stuff that lives in my brain.

This is so easy: click here to subscribe for emails. You'll be redirected to the page below on my website, and just enter your email address and click subscribe. Literally, five seconds. You'll get one quick email making sure you meant to sign up, a second one confirming your confirmation, then the third with a welcome note from me and the link to the essays.


Join the party! If you've ever paid attention to my consistency, you know that four essays is as much content as you get from two months of blogging from me. Bless it. I mean well. I hope you love them as much as I loved writing them for you.

Can't wait to meet my new EFs! (Then pop back in here and let's talk about those essays, because I HAVE BIG THOUGHTS and I'd love to hear yours.)

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