Today is a day for writing under the covers. It’s a day for writing one last love letter on unlined paper, to the very first one. The very first one who said it,…
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There is a restlessness to my silence, a boredom in my soul, lodging itself in my heart. I am staring at the beautiful outdoors of rural Maine, arm-wrestling all of the coincidences and circumstances…
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‘The point is not to have all of the answers, but to live the questions, honestly and vulnerably, even if it’s painful,’ I remind myself while looking up at the stars for…
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“Looking good ya’ll. Be strong. Be soft.” These simple words from a friend grace my inbox after a long weekend of fighting. Fighting for justice, peace, dignity. We’ve recently returned from a…
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Dust from the Sahara desert fertilizes the Amazon basin. Trade winds carry tons of particles containing phosphorous across the ocean, depositing the exact nutrients needed for thick jungle growth. Can we untether…
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Today is a day of more questions than answers. More queasy, heart racing, incomplete sentences than anything sure or noble to think on. This is a day of swirling memories and emotions,…