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Call Me Naive One More Time
Every time a man approaches me, the older women in my life lose their minds. They call it naive. I call it unbothered. There's a difference.
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Rewriting the Food Script
On emotional eating, food noise, and what happens when your coping mechanism isn't available anymore. A midlife personal essay from Guatemala.
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Improper Expectations
We had only been in Guatemala two weeks, and my mother had already asked me three times if I was happy to be here. And each time I gave her the same answer: Yes, I was happy to be here.
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How to Exorcise Your Mother – Demon Be Gone
Two months since she left. One month to remember what sleeping through the night feels like. Zero regrets. Demon be gone.
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Time Flies When You’re Not Having Fun
Twelve years ago I wrote about the Year of the Horse. Time flew and I wasn't having fun. I was hopeful in 2014. I'm exhausted in 2026. Here we go again.
