The Journal
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THE CARDS OUTLIVED THE WRAPPING.
By the time I finished opening my birthday presents, my room looked as though a very…
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A Fault in the Familiar
Two candles stood on the cake, which was a rather modest representation of thirty-five complete revolutions…
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THANK GOD FOR FRIENDS.
The fork arrived before the permission did. One second I was looking down at my steak,…
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THE GIFTS KNEW ME TOO WELL.
The crab was the first clue. Deep teal velvet, crimson beads, little gold details and enough…
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A Birthday Story Unfolding in Worcester
It was supposed to be structured, themed, magical—with reflections tied neatly to symbols from a world…
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Wrapping Up June 2025
JUNE I blinked and somehow—it’s already the end of June. I know I haven’t been as…
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THE COCOON HAD TERRIBLE LIGHTING.
Nobody tells you the cocoon has terrible lighting. There are no flattering angles, no cinematic soundtrack…
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Britain, Through Her Eyes
A Photo Book for Mama I’ve always believed that the most meaningful souvenirs in life aren’t…
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OVERWHELMING
If you were to ask me how I’ve really been lately, I might offer a polite…
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I nourished the part of myself that had been hungry for home.
I nourished the part of myself that had been hungry for home. I’ve spent money on…
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HOME, WITH SKYFLAKES ON TOP.
LAMAW I had forgotten that home could be served in a glass. Not metaphorically, either. On…
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THIS MUST BE THE PART.
Yesterday, I watched my younger brother walk across a stage in white. There are moments when…
