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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 beneath 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 me were made even more precious by their rarity. I…