A story I couldn’t tell you
The day I went to clean out my apartment it had been snowing. It was the winter of 2015, so […]
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What grows in winter
On a frigid Friday night about three years ago, I surrendered. I spent the evening pacing the subterranean studio apartment
The shower and the snow
This time last year I was home on medical leave, and my soon-to-be-husband was working morning shifts. He would wake
On a morning when the city is quiet
I woke around five, to my own surprise, and was similarly surprised at how quiet it was. I live in
Two and a half resolutions
I rarely leap in to New Year’s Resolutions. What more often happens is that some time in the days after