I Am The Girl Who Was Always Behind
I look for signs of my destiny in my childhood sometimes. I can’t find any. Not even a small tiny memory that could indicate the future. “You must have always been a writer,” people say to me. And the answer is always, no. Not only was I not a writer, I didn’t even learn to write and speak…
Find A Way To Write From The Moon
I know this letter matters. To the person who reads it while sitting alone on the floor. In bed. Standing in front of the kitchen sink. Feeling brutally unseen. Stuck in a timeless non-validating nature of their life. I write this for you. I don’t really care for the person who has been…
A Glass Of Malbec And A Piece Of Cheese In My Hand
Last night I cooked a meal with my girls. We did the whole recipe. You know, found a recipe, went to the grocery store, got all the ingredients and then spent hours cooking and baking. I also got myself a glass of wine while I was cooking. Had a piece of cheese. And it hit me. Of course I knew…
The Three Green Buckets
It is one of the hardest things to do. It took me three years to do it. If it wasn’t for my moving from my house at the time, it may have taken me a lot longer or maybe never. How do we let go of all the personal belongings and clothing of our loved ones who are no longer in this physical world.…
I Am The Girl Who Was Always Behind
I look for signs of my destiny in my childhood sometimes. I can’t find any. Not even a small tiny memory that could indicate the future. “You must have always been a writer,” people say to me. And the answer is always, no. Not only was I not a writer, I didn’t even learn to write and speak…
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Find A Way To Write From The Moon
I know this letter matters. To the person who reads it while sitting alone on the floor. In bed. Standing in front of the kitchen sink. Feeling brutally unseen. Stuck in a timeless non-validating nature of their life. I write this for you. I don’t really care for the person who has been…
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A Glass Of Malbec And A Piece Of Cheese In My Hand
Last night I cooked a meal with my girls. We did the whole recipe. You know, found a recipe, went to the grocery store, got all the ingredients and then spent hours cooking and baking. I also got myself a glass of wine while I was cooking. Had a piece of cheese. And it hit me. Of course I knew…
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The Three Green Buckets
It is one of the hardest things to do. It took me three years to do it. If it wasn’t for my moving from my house at the time, it may have taken me a lot longer or maybe never. How do we let go of all the personal belongings and clothing of our loved ones who are no longer in this physical world.…
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