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home again
Coming back to this site feels like opening the door to a stranger’s attic, ascending the steep stairs, and rounding the corner to see the dust glitter in the sunlight. I smell the carpet, feel the warmth of the summer heat, see the tree through the round window as it scrapes its branches against the…
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counting minutes
The year started in a place I didn’t expect: New York. As the hours winded down to the last midnight of 2013, all I could think about was being somewhere else, figuratively. Literally. I was supposed to be at the beach in Ecuador with my sisters’ husbands’ family. I was supposed to be drinking a…
a scribble of jo 