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Like forcing leaves in a vase, I walked outside today and stood on the rocks in my bare feet. I think it must be how everything feels in...

You are the only one– always. Not in sadness or despair, but in strength. In proof of living. In the next step and the next. There is no...

Women who have known me through multiple lifetimes. Who can conjure a visceral memory I forgot I had: hard conversations in the laundry...

The moon is an orange slice, as far from metaphor as possible, low over the dark, dark water (that never stops shushing and washing over...

Clocking out. Being done. Taking off the adult nametag and putting on pajamas. It’s good to do good work that matters, and it’s good to...

Movement without thought: fingers on piano keys, or the whole body dancing in response to a leading hand, or swimming naked in the dark: ...

A bedtime story read over the phone, a story about the moon that went from lips to lithium to stratosphere to ear. Last night I caught...

I heard tell of a young hedgehog who broke out of her cage, left her brother and sister behind, and didn’t come back for dinner. I can...

I’m pretty sure, in theory, ships can ride the wind almost completely keeled over. I imagine an experienced sailor can make a dance of...

I said, “I want to clear out the old tangles. I want to know what we each have to work with. Clean, clear, spacious; this is me turning...

When you move all the lamps and set up the laptop on a plant stand. When you find the prettiest potted plants to decorate the piano top,...

Nola shrimp and collard greens and rice with lemon and cilantro. Crab hush puppies with tangy, lemony-mustard sauce. Vegan beignets...

Sometimes, it seems like you’re supposed to wax poetical about the balmy weather, the kiss of air on the skin, like a rogue and erstwhile...

Words written over and over. Cards shuffled and laid out: If you put a frame around any three things, they mean something. When we stop...

I trimmed my bangs for the first time ever, and not only did I not cry about it, I was proud. Standing over the bathroom sink with the...

“I bought groceries– I thought I could cook dinner sometime.” My dad made steak and pasta with onions and mushrooms in a cream sauce. I...

I wanted to believe I’d be married forever, for my whole life, for all the lifetimes to come– because that made it feel like God exists:...

No one else’s feelings are your own, Not to own or hold or keep Not even to send back as cliffs to voice. You can fan them, as a fire,...

What is the point of a friendship, of any relationship? I walked behind– and sometimes in front of– my dad today on the Cascade, thinking...

Some fifty-two years ago, when my English dad was a college student, he spent the summer traveling around the U.S.: Reno, San Francisco,...