It’s been a year, dear Mom…

Dear Mom,  I was near your old house this week, a whole year since the last time I got to squeeze your tiny hand and kiss your sunken cheek still remarkably soft like the young one that used to nuzzle mine. I was so tired,  Mom,  and I felt overcome with missing you, such a…

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A little love letter to my country….

I love this country. I wish I had a way to hold our collective hands, smile into each pair of eyes, and whisper tender and strong, “hey,  this is so not you.” You aren’t defined by this – the hurtful ads and jabs and manipulative campaigns that saturate our feeds until we’re forced to look…

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To just feel free….

I’m celebrating my birthday this week with some gentle hikes and deep breaths and easy togetherness with ones that I love and a gift I’m giving myself that is so simple (like this,  my word for the year) that it helps knead out the strain I sometimes carry over being another year into this thing that I sometimes…

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