The original format of this post has existed on blogs since roughly the invention of wi-fi. I've always found the framing a little odd. Guilt implies wrongdoing and should probably be reserved for tax fraud and texting your ex during mercury retrograde. Not enjoying soup in peace…
Read MoreI used to post this on social media a lot…
I am a builder of beautiful defenses.
It read like a flex back then. Half admission, half wink. The kind of line you write because it’s true and you’ve made peace with it being true.
Read MoreIt's one of three questions I've been carrying around since my first session. A small practice. Sitting with what I notice and not doing anything about it.
Which, for me, is the work.
Read MoreWhat the Night Left Behind
Flour on the counter. Two glasses with wine rings at the bottom. A kitchen that smelled like butter and thyme and something that only exists when people cook together without dividing the labor. The girls were loud in the best way. Then they weren't. Then it was just us, and the kind of quiet that doesn't ask anything of you…
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