Lauren Allen, Storyteller

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The Cyclist’s Guide to Getting Hit by Cars

March 26, 2020 by Lauren Allen in Seattle

In the ecosystem of the road, you, little cyclist, are a prey animal.

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March 26, 2020 /Lauren Allen
Cyling, Medical Emergency, Accident
Seattle

Cycling While Female

July 10, 2016 by Lauren Allen in Seattle

“On your left!”

I startle at the aggressive shout. Spandex cyborgs whiz past me on gleaming carbon bicycles, their draft almost knocking me over.

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July 10, 2016 /Lauren Allen
Cyling, Feminism, Misogyny, Accident, Medical Emergency
Seattle

How to Fight Loneliness: Ramadan in Morroco Part III

July 13, 2013 by Lauren Allen in San Francisco, Travel

I was alone. And hungry.

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July 13, 2013 /Lauren Allen
Loneliness, Accident, Food, Friendship, frugality, Morocco
San Francisco, Travel

Slovakia: Mortal fear takes a lot of energy

December 31, 2005 by Lauren Allen in Travel, College

The cocoa was as thick as a melted candy bar. I looked out the window of the chalet and watched the swirls of snow blow down the steep Slovak mountainside.

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December 31, 2005 /Lauren Allen
Slovakia, Train, Cliff, Accident
Travel, College

Hearing Aids and Trekkie Dreams

April 23, 2000 by Lauren Allen in Childhood

When I was in first grade, my classmate Teddy had the coolest hearing aid. It was pointy and it made him look like he was on Star Trek. While all the other kids were working on their penmanship, or eating paste, or doing whatever else first grade kids do, I would just gaze at it and wonder: could he talk to space?

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April 23, 2000 /Lauren Allen
Accident, Hearing, Grandma, Siblings
Childhood

Spartacus, the Warrior Fish

July 23, 1997 by Lauren Allen in Childhood

I’d like to tell you about a very special fish. 

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July 23, 1997 /Lauren Allen
Fish, Accident, Pet, Siblings
Childhood

Smacked out of Childhood

July 22, 1997 by Lauren Allen in Childhood

“Margy and Bri, wanna go on the tire swing with me?” I asked breathlessly. I’d just run to the screened front porch of the cabin after grocery shopping with mom, sure I was missing out.

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July 22, 1997 /Lauren Allen
Accident, Swing
Childhood

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