I’m not saying that I’ve never been one to cry. I’ve shed my fair share of tears. I cried randomly and uncontrollably in the first years after I was attacked, … Read More
I cancelled dinner with friends on Saturday. I spent the morning feeling gross in a way that I’m pretty sure had to do with a combo of sinus pressure and … Read More
Next Sunday will mark the 3rd anniversary of the death of a man I always called Daddy Harold. I was in my 20s when I realized not everyone called him … Read More
I knew a woman who did all the gratitude practices – the journals and songs and dinnertime rituals with the kids and more – who seemed basically miserable to me. … Read More
I love Jennifer Printz’s art.
I’m not a praying kind of person and yet a few years ago, when my mom, aunt, uncle, sister, and I all bore witness as my grandmother took one last … Read More
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