Almost eleven years ago to the day, my newborn baby lay in a non-toxic plastic and tilted hospital cradle under a bright bulb with thin, nearly…
In 1995, my right leg was rolled over by my family’s mini-van in our driveway. It happened when I bent under the van, stretched myself between the tires…
I KNOW, I WILL LET THIS TOPIC GO... EVENTUALLY
“There is a point at which even grief feels absurd..."
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Archive Of Journaling Season
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Hi, how are you? I’ve been spending a good amount of my time battling with the immense pleasure of being overly sensitive and “busy” for a lack of a…
A Very Gentle Launch
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Choosing to Get Back On The Horse. Or Not.
Words On Not Writing And Writing In The Same
a fleeting thought
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A Not So Tiny Thursday
A Meditation On Utopia, book stacks, and a set of borrowed gifts this season.