Month: March 2021

I have felt like I have been wearing a skin of nerves; so I haven’t written in a while. Everything was just too raw and it didn’t make sense. Thinking hurt too much and so I avoided it, still feeling it all like I was stuck in a state of being I couldn’t see a […]

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I am happy in the garden. What may look like a simple sentence from a children’s early reader is as complex as can be. Happy is difficult. Happy is complicated. Happy sits hand in hand with guilt and longing and stares accusingly at its source. The widow can be happy; there’s another one for you. […]

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