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Thirty and the myth of thriving
This is 32. Juggling roles like a circus kid. But no longer stuck on making it seem effortless. Three notebooks in the tote bag at all times. Carrying half my weight in books like my life depends on it. Because what if the poetry hits unexpectedly. Best be prepared. Two little girls and a new Continue reading
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I hate this place: postpartum like you don’t see on social media.
I wake up to a familiar ceiling. The sheets are heavy but not heavy enough to bury this feeling. 5-4-3-2-1 – they say. In all the brochures. 5 things you see. 4 things you feel. 3 things you hear. 2 things you smell. 1 thing you taste. Isn’t that how we’re taught to regulate? Emotionally? Continue reading
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Things once said. Twice sworn.
You said She’s my newspaper with coffee. My morning dose of a thousand topics. Overwhelming. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s my book on a beach trip. Even if I won’t read it I find comfort in having it there. My possible escape from any or all of it. She’s my midnight Continue reading
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