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I See You: A Letter to the Chronically Ill

To the woman with a migraine serving me coffee: I see you. I see how you are trying not to squint beneathĀ the fluorescent light. I see how hollow your smile is. Despite your best efforts,… 

One Less Wild Woman

One Less Wild Place Wild places to walk, sweat, explore, and breathe in are precious. Growing up in the suburbs, wild places that were near to meĀ were made even more precious by their rarity. I… 

A Fresh Start

Just before sunset I putĀ on my neglected running shoes and went for a walk. As the sun set over the wetlands, my mom and I watched the dabbling ducksĀ dive for the last meal of the…