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Morning coffee with my cat. Chasing lilacs. Pocketing beach glass. Hammocking in the woods. Sending snail mail when I remember to buy stamps. And agreeing to do the dishes because it always leads to ideas.
Talking openly about my life after the death of my mom and my complex relationship with her, and doing so as I share good food, yap about books (while writing my first), and build my life for the first time in my 30s.
Writing letters to my daughter as I journey through (single, working) parenthood and my own personhood.