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Choices

Peter has his Lost Boys. Are there the Lost Girls too? Because I know there are Lost Middle-aged Women. Well, at least one. I had a nice, snotty cry the other night about my choices and how each one seems … Continue reading

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Constant

I feel very untethered. Even before my dad died almost three years ago, I had moved a bit. But I still felt connected, like a kite on a string. Since he’s been gone, I’m floating free. Too free. From the … Continue reading

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