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Packing Away What Still Holds Her
This week we took down Christmas. That sentence sounds simple. It isn’t. We’re the house with fourteen trees. Every room has a theme. Every corner holds a decision someone once said yes to. It’s joyful chaos while it’s up and a marathon when it comes down. But the part I always linger over is the…
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The Year I Lost a Lot and Found Myself Anyway
f This is my last Tuesday post of the year, and it’s longer than usual. Not because I couldn’t edit myself. Because some years don’t deserve to be wrapped up neatly. Loss Came First This year took things from me. It took my Nanny, the woman who loved me before I knew how to love myself.…
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The S House
Every kid knows that house. The one with no food in the fridge. The one with parents screaming behind closed doors. The one you run from instead of to. And every neighborhood has the other house too. The one where kids wander in without knocking. Where the pantry magically stretches to feed whoever’s at the table.…


