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Surfacing, Or What Letting Go Feels Like

Today I can drop my shoulders and exhale, unhurried and able to stare out the window of this coffee shop or at the dainty cinnamon swirls in my miel. A long weekend of sunshine and water healed the last of my unsutured wounds. Somehow I’d forgotten what’s needed to grow and how inevitable it is,…

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Swimming in Summertime Sadness

I feel sad on the inside of my skin. This line and its associated sensation resurface in me from time to time, never leaving me fully in a state of contentment. Today things feel particularly vulnerable. Workdays and my boss keep me chronically stressed alongside the swell of debt we’re continuously trying to doggy paddle…

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Not So Young

I’m too young for thoughts of grief and advice for processing death, or so I would have thought until I realized several of my close friends have already lost a parent. When I was seeking funeral information for the most recent passing, I came across an obituary for a woman two years younger than me,…

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