Once upon a time, before our thumbs became our primary literary tools and autocorrect turned “love” into “live” and “duck” into something far more aggressive, we wrote letters. With pens. On actual paper. And we meant it. I used to love writing letters. I still do, in theory. […]
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be? If the story of my life were captured in a biography, the title would echo the threads that have woven through my journey from early life (from what I can remember) to the present. “Resilience in […]
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a tale to tell. Picture this: a seemingly ordinary day, with the unremarkable task of rummaging through my closet to find my long-lost laptops. But as fate would have it, I stumbled headfirst into a rabbit hole of nostalgia, mementos, and a relentless […]
I remember postcards. I remember receiving them. Although, I don’t think I have a single one saved. Nor do I remember who may have sent them to me in the past. I remember writing letters. I used to be a letter writer. I was a great letter writer. […]
I dont do leftovers</ Look inside a person's refrigerator and you will get a glimpse into their soul. Or at least their bad eating habits that they hide from everyone. When I was pregnant people who opened my refrigerator door were shocked to find no food therein. I […]
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