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in the last weeks of the old year

In the last weeks of the old year, the fog descended, threatening my perspective and patience. What didn’t help was the insomnia that arrived again at the same time. They were probably related. Months ago I had a conversation with someone that left me feeling cold and lonely. Truth be told, I’ve fought to regain … Continue reading

for us, death is an ending

For us, death is an ending. We rarely think of it as a beginning. Often, in order for something to be made new, it must die. A seed dies in the ground in order to become a plant. A single person leaves singularity to be a married unit of two equaling one. The math changes. From woman to mother. From caterpillar … Continue reading