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on dish cloths and dying
My dad called tonight. I was doing what every respectable woman dreams of doing on a Friday night after a full work week — cleaning up the kitchen. I was actually standing at the sink staring at the fresh dish… Continue reading
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this one’s for the girls
I’ve been noticing a trend in my Facebook newsfeed lately. It seems like many of my female friends are on the precipice of transformation. Or reinvention. Or something – hard or beautiful, or both – that’s about to see you… Continue reading
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pride: til then, we walk
A year and a half before I was born… The way that I love was illegal. In most parts of the world. Loving like me was considered a mental health disorder. It was illegal for people like me to hold… Continue reading
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lost in the right direction
The surgeon, who for some reason felt the need to tell me she was originally from Kentucky, leaned down as I lay on the operating table in a pretty comfortable stupor and asked: “Do you make a habit of holding… Continue reading
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coming to life
I’m thinking about the way that life can be so slippery; the way a 12-year-old girl looking into the mirror to count freckles reaches out toward herself and that reflection turns into that of a woman on her wedding day,… Continue reading
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my mother’s shoes
From May 2019. Last Thursday morning I gave a talk to staff about my “leadership journey”. HR asked me to do it nearly a year ago when they were planning this year’s course catalogue and I’d given a hasty yes,… Continue reading
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thank you, i love you, i’m sorry, i forgive you
From March 2019. This shit always happens to me at night. I wear her jewellery, her sweaters, her pajamas, her socks, her slippers. I’ve decided there is one sweater I’m just never going to wash so that it always smells… Continue reading
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embrace life
From February 2019. Embrace Life. This is the sign that came tonight. A day after I shared with a fellow at work who just lost his best friend to suicide that the best way I’ve found, so far, to cope… Continue reading
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love letters from my mother
From February 2019. “I’m not afraid to die,” she said. “You’re not? That’s good to know. It actually makes me feel so much better to know that.” “No, I’m not. I know that everyone has to die sometime,” she said,… Continue reading
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there is life before death
From January 2019. A thought stabs up, ripping through me. It’s really going to happen. I’ve never pretended that my mother wasn’t going to die from this. From cancer. From creation gone wild. But it’s closer now than I ever… Continue reading
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