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Top 3 Neighborhoods In Bellingham If You Want To Bike or Walk Everywhere (& Have a Young Family!)
Charissa Steyn 6/12/25 Charissa Steyn 6/12/25

Top 3 Neighborhoods In Bellingham If You Want To Bike or Walk Everywhere (& Have a Young Family!)

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Where Locals Go For A Little Treat In Bellingham, WA
Interviews with locals, Restaurant recommendations Charissa Steyn 6/6/25 Interviews with locals, Restaurant recommendations Charissa Steyn 6/6/25

Where Locals Go For A Little Treat In Bellingham, WA

I asked three local business owners and friends, these 3 questions: Where do you go in Bellingham when you need a little treat, what’s your go-to order, and what makes the place so special?

Here’s what they said!

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I want the whole delicious experience
of being in love
before I die. 

I will die a mushy-melty mess of hot passions,
driven by youthful
lust and surging hormones, and
enigmatic pleasure.

Secretly burdensome, robotic acts of service are romance gone
In your embrace, I am a whirling chaos of matter, energy, magic. I am a storm-

scarred flesh, feral soul, scorching fire. You anchor me in this radiant,

riotous humanity. Fibers of my being fray and fear I’m too

needy and selfish to be held
More glimpses into the novel-length love poem I'm writing✨🩷

There was no way to prepare my life
for you. 
You caught me by surprise at 4pm.
All dimples, deep voice, and dark eyes.
I turned around, about to pack my bags
there you were.

Like a firef
Another rom-com poem up for you today + a favor to ask of you (see end of this post!) This was so much fun to write! Read the full piece at charissasteyn.substack.com 

🩷💙🤍

I look up to face his dark chocolate eyes. 
We’re out of milk again
Relief never comes. My hip consumes me. 
I rub gentle circles
with the palm of my hand around 
and around,
pinching the skin with my fingers. 

I hold the ibuprofen. Decide to put it back, choosing instead feel the ache. 

I hobble up the stairs, gri
I applied to be a model last night
Under my summer blanket,
In the dark, still searching for my next steps, a purpose to pull me through. 

Measurements trying to strip soul from body-
Bust size, height, hips, and waist. 
The final question, an attem