The Writing
Writing on identity, freedom, integrity, and the cost of living a life that is not yours. Published since 1997.
On what I believed I had to pay in order to be worth keeping There is a sentence I lived by for most of my adult life, and I never once said it out loud, because saying it out loud would have exposed it. If...
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On release, and on the crossings that never finish Everyone wants to know how the story ends. After the wound and the...
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On the distance two people have to cross when one has changed and the other still remembers Between the one who was...
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On becoming someone new and standing in front of the people who knew the old you There is a mercy in being...
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On holding a pain that has outlived the one who caused it... There is a particular kind of ache that arrives late,...
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The Most Dangerous Thing You Can Lose On the only loss nobody insures against You are insured against nearly everything, and I...
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There is a word you have been using wrong. Not because you are careless with words, but because it was handed to...
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Someone does something kind for you. They bring you coffee without being asked. They remember the thing you mentioned in passing last...
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You cannot see him, because he stands behind your eyes, facing the same direction you face. He watches everything you watch. He...
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You would say you're fine. If someone asked, that is the word you would reach for. Fine. Work is busy but good....
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