My stomach is creaking and groaning like planks in an old wooden porch. I am restless fingers and a timid heart. They hover above the keyboard tentative. Backspace devours the words as fast as I get them down. Nothing comes out right. I’ve imagined what my words would look like spread out a bit more. I keep a tiny corner of the internet with a readership I know mostly by name. But I dream in those quiet hours, when the clacking of my keyboard staves off the dark, that my words might find …
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An Announcement, A Celebration, and A Good Long Ugly Cry.
I have big exciting news. This post was supposed to be me sharing that. I tried to write it all day. But I couldn’t. So, I gave up and realized that sometimes when you write and it comes out differently than you planned, it just might be the elixir for what ails you. This is that. The moments of grief crash hard at inopportune times, like today. The last time grief interrupted, I find myself abandoning my grocery cart with items carefully selected for their affordability and accordance with …
