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When the movers load the last box onto the truck and you are left at the edge of it all, stand in your empty apartment and sing. Let the...

My therapist said Where would you like to start? I thought to myself, where does one begin? We could start with how beautiful it all is,...

I woke up praying today, the words already on my lips. Some days are like that. The holiness of it all finds me before my feet find the...

What about the speed of honey? If we moved at a glacially slow pace, would our days be sweeter? Would we lay on the floor, turn our faces...