I used to think words mattered…
I used to think words mattered.Like, really mattered.I clung to every phrase like it was holy scripture. I saved workshop descriptions from 20 years ago,…
I used to think words mattered.Like, really mattered.I clung to every phrase like it was holy scripture. I saved workshop descriptions from 20 years ago,…
There comes a point in life when boundaries stop feeling like walls. They become the shape of what’s left. I used to think boundaries were…
The other day, I found an old sheet in the back of my storage shed—something I’d kept when we cleaned out my family home. At…
Years ago, I found myself grappling with a problem that felt impossible to resolve. I tried every logical approach, but nothing seemed to shift. Then,…
I’ve walked through countless museums in my life, and it never fails to amaze me: the roughest art is often the most profound. And the…
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