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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 life after the death of my mom, and what it looks like to build a life worth living.
Writing letters to my daughter as I journey through (single, working) parenthood and my own personhood.