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People are not ours to keep. Grace is the best antidote to fear. Perhaps at some point I will integrate these lessons fully. The learning bruises, and at present I seem to reach grace only by clawing.
Some mornings I wake to a pit that storms beneath my stomach. Today is October 20th. Another 20th. Eight months. Two thirds of a year. Talia is gone. Talia is gone. My brain reminds me at mundane moments, as I … Continue reading
I look like I have it together. I’m working. I wear clothes. I wash my hair and my body regularly. I often feel like I have it together. And between looking like I have it together and living in my … Continue reading