
prose, pathology, and poker
the utter audacity of God
a modern woman re-learns how to pay attention to the little things
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the utter audacity of God

might be hopeful pessimists

My city is on fire.

and the wounds we don't

thoughts on the eve of breast surgery

or how we should all be a bit more comfortable with discomfort

my path that diverged

the good, the bad, the boozy

a poem

i got soul but i'm not a soldier (and other revelations)

focus, books, beauty, and good words