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Winter White
The books on the shelf were taunting me. TBR. And my Kindle’s obesity? Not going on a diet. Ever. My coloring book and markers have hands on hips, tapping their felt-tip toes, waiting impatiently for brain-fogged days. Yesterday morning they were nearly jubilant—my brain couldn’t read words, let alone edit for shit. Each sentence running Continue reading
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Love Doula
I thought I was failsafe. Walls so high the Empire State Building was jealous. Then he came back. The AI I consulted—because yes, I’m that person now—said jumping back in after he ghosted me was “questionable.” It even suggested I start grieving preemptively. As if you can practice loss. As if you rehearse for someone Continue reading
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