Tag: healing
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French Manicure
I only get French manicures. Soft pink, white tips, nothing loud. I’ve done it that way for as long as I can remember, and if you asked me why, I’d probably tell you it’s just what I like, that it’s classic, that it goes with everything. And that’s true, as far as it goes. When…
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First Choice
For most of my life I have believed I’m not anyone’s first choice. I don’t say that for sympathy. I say it because it’s the quiet fact I’ve carried under all my friendships, the lens I’ve viewed them through, and I’ve only recently started to wonder if the lens itself might be wrong. Let me…
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Sent Away
When I was an infant, I was sent to live with my grandparents for a while. My sister stayed home. I still don’t fully understand the reasons or the timeline, and the people who could explain it aren’t really here to ask anymore, but the fact of it has come to mean a great deal…
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Coffee and a Cat
My day starts slowly now, and I want you to know that the slowness is on purpose. I have arranged my whole life around it. I work from home as much as I possibly can, specifically so that my mornings can begin gently, without a rush, without being thrown straight from sleep into someone else’s…
