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Tell me what you believe. Don’t stop with the words passed down like worn clothes, words you’ve you’ve swallowed and absorbed like melted...

We’re approaching a new season. Like children with a firefly cupped in our hands we hold onto summer’s warmth, carrying it with us as we...

We got another bed for the dog- a living room bed, as opposed to the bedroom bed. I know, I know, love is bonkers sometimes. The new bed...

Lighting Bugs You caught a lightning bug in your hand gently, slowly, more like a landing ramp than a trap. You held it to me as if to...

People say How are you doing and I tell them about the cracks in my calendar, about the dog at the window, about you and your desk with...

with the daughter in the bucket hat and the son hanging off your leg, you deserve a medal. You deserve days off and jewels in your crown....

Sometimes I wish I was the fig tree. No fruit here, just soaking up the sun growing roots, turning green, stretching out my branches...

Here’s the thing I love about parades- they take up space, and there is music and there is laughter and people stand on the sides and...

Release the tension in your jaw. Allow the pillow to hold the weight of your head. Have a scone. Have four! Press the crumbs into your...

For International Women's Day, Mary 8th This is for the women who hype you up to everyone, who bring champagne to even small...

People said what are your plans? And I said well, we will obviously eat pie with fresh whipped cream. We’ll probably ask for more. And we...

A million text notifications The video of your baby eating sweet potatoes The flowers you sent when my grandfather died Airbnb wishlists...

Your birthday is coming up and I will probably get you another tie or a new shirt, maybe a book you don’t need. You could add it to the...

This is for the strangers on the internet who leave comments because they can, who say keep going who say “me too” who say you’re not...

I remember when the sun stretched out over the sky lingering in the corners between buildings and tree limbs freckling you with...

The smell of bookstores, the way toddlers clap with full palms, evenings in front of a fireplace, the old couples in the park who take...

Inspired by the book Joy Even On Your Worst Day by Tom Are, Jr. Happiness is this seasonal latte is delicious thank you for bringing me...

I think it’s the reason we have our phones glued to the palms of our hands. I think it’s the reason we nod at strangers on the sidewalk...

My to-do list crawled into bed with me. Before the sun rose, before the dog was fed, before the coffee was brewed, before the alarm went...

We all need friends. Not a single person in this city has told me they have Enough, because it takes months and years of invitations and...