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192: Joy Map

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...

191: Musings

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...

190: On My Way

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...

189: Sandbags

I love when people say Oh, it makes me well up. I heard that today- it makes me well up; as if one’s feelings of love or longing or grief...

188: Enough

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...

187: Long-Distance Friendships

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

186: Magic

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...

185: Birdsong

For Colleyville I’ve heard that the reason birds sing in the morning is to say to one another I made it through the night. I guess that’s...

184: January

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...

183: Still Healing

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

182: Deja Vu

It’s better and worse all at the same time. We’ve been here before. I never liked deja vu. Some people stay optimistic, they say it’s...

181: House Calls

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...

180: What 2021 Taught Me

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...

179: For the Strangers On The Internet

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...

178: New Year

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...

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