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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,...

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...

sun drenched, coffee stained, just as holy as the first one. Here’s a new morning for our bleary eyes, for our hopeful hearts, for the...

Every night we sit on the couch. Your arm around my shoulders, my knees pulled towards my chest. We eat dinner. We talk about the day....

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...

There’s enough time for one more kiss for caramelized onions on low heat, for handwritten I’m just thinking of you cards. There’s enough...

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...

I was riding the 1 train. I was running late for work. I was worried about the numbers- would we have enough? Would people show up? Would...

You did such a good job opening up! That’s what I say to the flowers. You did such a good job looking up, turning towards the sun,...

Inspired by the New York Times article "Why New York's a Lonely Town, Especially Since Covid" by James Barron. Draw me a map of your...

This morning New York froze over- a sheet of ice blanketed the city, reminding us what cold feels like. Yesterday Russia invaded Ukraine-...

What if I turned my face up towards the sun and said yes please to whipped cream and kept watching when netflix asked and pulled out a...

I’m on my way I’m catching a cab I’m en route to my favorite book store to the French bakery to the corner where we meet to holidays at...

I can get no sleep fill my schedule to the brim push my body too hard hold open the door for anxiety forget to say nice things to myself...

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...

When our dogs touched noses the kind stranger, nodding to the skittish creature at the end of his leash, says- “She’s not always...

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...

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...

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...