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Writing helps me notice what I’m carrying. And then to meet myself with kindness in all my smallness and in all my bigness, in all my naked truth and in all the ways I’ve hidden from it, in the bright light of noon and the darkness of midnight, in calm and in upset, at any weight, at at any age, in any company…

Writing brings me home, wherever in the world I am.

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I wasn’t really too worried except for maybe a bit… Last week I had a routine ____ (I have no intention of gracing my screen with that word… it simply does not do justice to the beauty that are breasts). Anyway, the chick doing the ____ had no breastside manner… [Continue Reading]

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