Why do I worry so much? Because the light you leave on at three in the morning feels like protection. It has never once protected anyone. Somewhere tonight, at around…
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The feeling you are most ashamed of may be the most honest thing you know about yourself. "So proud of you!!" Two exclamation marks. She typed them at gate 34…
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Four minutes in, you had already decided. Not consciously. Nobody decides in four minutes and admits to it. But something had gone up in you, fast and warm and high…
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You did not set these rates. You have simply never queried a single line of them. A woman rang me on a Sunday afternoon. Something in her life was falling…
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The parts of yourself you cannot see are not missing. They are unsurveyed, and the best of you is usually out there. Somewhere on her laptop is a nine-page document…
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I wrote it down once. On the back of something. A receipt, an envelope, the last page of a notebook I was using for something else entirely. One line, in…
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