On Not Finishing Things
There's a drawer in my house that tells the truth about me, and I've been avoiding it for years.
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There's a drawer in my house that tells the truth about me, and I've been avoiding it for years.
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Some farewells are practiced rituals, others catch us unprepared—all teach us something about letting go.
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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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