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I have been off Instagram and Threads for roughly three weeks now. In this time, I have finished a few books, barely picked up my phone, regained some attention span, and made friends with…
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Tracing.
“I Woke Up In A Car” by Something Corporate comes through the headphones, and I am suddenly 13 again. I am sitting in the back of a gray van, winding up the roads of…
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On a Turtles Back
Do you recall the absolute horror of being on the verge of everything? It’s that fluffy little stage of life – let’s say 18 to 26-years-old – where identity is an enigma, a haunted…
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Yesteryear (Yikes.)
Spoilers be ahead, partner. I am trying to write this out without sounding too dramatic, but oh my god. I just finished “Yesteryear ” by Caro Claire, and oh my god. I heeded the…
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When Solidarity Fails
I saw a video recently that showed a faucet with running water and a pair of scissors. As the video went on, the scissors moved toward the running water and cut it. The water…
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Loving-Kindness
My friend Lindsay and I found ourselves bustling around our small suburb, attempting to push our way into a brunch spot on a late Sunday morning. We lost out to the church crowds that…
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Blood and Body
I am currently on the drive back home from a weekend spent celebrating the life of one Linda Dunn. A wife, mom, librarian, and lover of New Mexico and its culture. Her runway with us…
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Glitter
For Gus, Rex, and Linda I’ve come to learn – through experience and others – that death marks our time here in this time and place. Death is like a turning over to a…
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another page
In four days, I turn myself over to the sweet age of 37. My birthday is 03/07, so something feels a bit kismet or divine to be aligned with my age. To know me…
breanna lane 