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Thursday, June 20, 2019
31 Years Ago
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Thirty One Years Ago I can still remember the raw pain of losing my sister. The pain lives in memory and is no longer an active throbbing,...
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Thursday, June 6, 2019
We Only Have Today
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It has been a long time since I have told my story. Life has a way of being full and making extras like writing feel hard to find time for. ...
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Friday, August 5, 2016
What Nick Taught Me
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When I think of Nick’s death, I think of his wife who was driving the boat. The way she dove into the water. Over. And over. The panic she ...
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Monday, February 29, 2016
Sometimes
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I am picking her up from work. She gets in the car and closes the door. “Hi, how are you?” I ask. “I had a hard day...
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Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Deepening the Learning
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I came home from witch camp with some new promises: I promise to write more. I promise to dance more. I promise to take better care of t...
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Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Just Like You
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So, about living. Turns out, it feels more complicated to me than dying does. Turns out, I have endless possibility in front of me th...
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Monday, May 25, 2015
Hell Together
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He held my face in his palms. He does that when having my attention is of utmost importance. He learned about eye contact in school. ...
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