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When I cried to Moana
Previously posted on TinyLetter Wild things, The other morning, I found myself crying while watching Moana. Being a favorite of Declan’s, it’s a movie that I’ve seen far too many times to count. Yet,…
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The Magic of Time
Previously posted on TinyLetter My little heart ventricles, Too much? Or just right? I hope this is finding you well. And by that, I mean close to where all the warm things exist –…
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From Isolation to Justification
Previously posted on TinyLetter To the wintry hearts, I mean that welcome both figuratively and literally. While the urge to write over the past week was strong, anxiety about my workload and the world…
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Our Tiny & Mighty Torch
Previously posted on TinyLetter To my favorite Elves – Would I be remiss in my confession to you that I kind of forgot Christmas is soon? Between the unpacking of boxes, balancing work and…
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The Waiting Room
As previously posted on TinyLetter Every waiting room is like purgatory. It feels damp, cold, and surely there is a flickering fluorescent light above. And every kind of waiting feels like purgatory, with the…
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The Monday Before
As previously posted on TinyLetter Good day! It is the Monday before Election Day 2020 – a day that once felt as far as Greenland or Saturn, but only because there was a global…
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A Short Blessing … & Lately
Previously posted on TinyLetter Happy Wednesday, my fellow wanderers! It’s been a heavy week for me over here. Though, even typing that out sounds slightly selfish. The heaviness stems from walking with two close…
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Holding Light and Tight
Previously posted under TinyLetter Hello, friends! I’d like to be honest and tell you that I’ve had a rough draft of a newsletter sitting for a week. Anyone with a writer’s bone will tell…
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“… butterflies entered my soul.”
Previously on TinyLetter “Good morning or afternoon … wherever in the day this letter catches you. I know, two newsletters in one week. I’ll make this one short and sweet, like a squeeze-y hug.…