In praise of

Listen to me lift my voice. In praise of early mornings (oh, so early) because I wake up to a quiet house and I slowly work my way upstairs with Maggie in my arms. Of quietly shutting bedroom doors in a futile…

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In which it snows in the morning

Wake up to a brighter bedroom, the snow has been falling outside all night. Take a lazy look around the room, look at the life it is reflecting back to you: a sturdy homemade bed; tangled and worn white sheets;…

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In which I dive into the water

Start small, I told myself. Go easy, start with the small things that make you afraid. We’ll get to the other stuff later, maybe someday. And then yesterday, months, years, a lifetime, and today, into this new life without fear,…

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