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From the Archives: Flux

Last year, after I came back from Congo I felt weightless and changeable, and this year I’ve been thinking about that time, and times like it. When we moved to North Carolina. Just like that. Packed everything up and left, just me and Jesse and our cat and our mismatched stuff. The feeling of leaving [...]
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Snapshot

Life: It’s cloudy out and I sort of wish I could spend the day sleeping, but I also have the day at home so I want to be productive. There are query letters fanned out across the carpet behind me, Gracie is sleeping in the living room, Oliver is staring out the kitchen window, I [...]
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A Story

I know. Congo. I haven’t said much yet. So different from last time, when I wouldn’t shut up about it. When I think of telling you about it, I can’t think of how to explain it, how to summarize it, how to put what I’m feeling and thinking into words and sentences. Or, maybe I’m [...]
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Lost

I watched a video on CNN.com today about a man who died underground in the mine explosion, and his family talked about how he loved mining, how it was his life, his passion. And in the wake of a disaster like this, everyone wants to talk about how dangerous coal is, how it pollutes the [...]
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Part of the Story

I had both the kids today, A. who’s two, and M. who’s seven, both beautiful, both smart. But entertaining a two-year-old and a seven-year-old simultaneously poses a challenge, and I’d used up all my ideas the day before. I had a flash of what I thought was brilliance this morning as I ran out the [...]
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What I’d Rather Not Think About

Yeah, and there are other things that are harder to talk about than good days and waffle toppings. Like, how the older I get the more terrified I become of losing my parents, and how more inevitable it seems. I am not coping well with their aging, with the knowledge that one day, assuming we [...]
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Saying Something

Last night, we watched It Might Get Loud and I thought about art and what it means to struggle and then about important things like sentences and how pretty a black suit can be when set against a backdrop of grass so green it verges on neon. I thought about what it meant to play [...]
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