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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...

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...

If I was to draw a map of my joy like dots in a constellations or pegs in a light bright or all those google map pins there would be a...

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...

It’s the second week of January and I haven’t offered an eloquent prayer this week. I haven’t written a poem that moves me as immediately...

I don’t often have heavy days. When sadness makes her house calls I’m usually so far down the list that she doesn’t get to me. She spends...

Bok choy is a hidden gem. The end of Elf, when everybody sings, is enough hope to make me cry. People are more than just their names. I...

We are driving through the hills of Georgia dreaming about owning an A-frame and what we might name our kids one day and if we can cook...

I think delayed Christmas cards count- the ones with the haphazard stamps, mailed three weeks late. I think the way you get down on all...

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

Maybe the best part about having adults that love you is the way they bring you soup when you get your appendix out or the way they check...

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...

There are some days that are “remember me” days- days that beg to be saved in the maze of our memory. Days like yesterday where you took...

My tradition has the gift of seasons- blocks of time that tell us that things can become new again. We can become new again. Creation...

Every time I see the moon I will point it out because it will never stop being beautiful. And every time you sneeze I will bless you...

The last time I cried was in a dimly lit bar tables scattered merely 20 in attendance. The music man at the mic said raise a glass Let’s...

You walk yourself home and repeat the names of the subway stops as you go. You buy yourself a latte at the corner store and try to...

New York taught me- you don’t need a lot if you have a big window, a favorite coffee mug, some good walking shoes. You don’t need the...