May, Again
A poem about returning to May and what it means to have lived through another year to get here.
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A poem about returning to May and what it means to have lived through another year to get here.
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Gratitude is easy for the extraordinary. The harder practice is noticing what's worth being grateful for in an ordinary week.
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A short piece of fiction. Two strangers at a diner counter, a Tuesday in March, and the things people say when no one they know is listening.
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For the times when the ordinary prayers feel too thin — when what's needed is something honest about the difficulty.
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Spring has always felt more like a new year than January does. Here are five ideas for making something of the momentum.
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