In Defense of My Terrible Sense of Direction
I have driven confidently in the wrong direction on four continents. This is not a brag.
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I have driven confidently in the wrong direction on four continents. This is not a brag.
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Five small, practical ways to resist the pull of busyness and actually inhabit the season you're in.
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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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