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Volver a los 17. A translation.

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writing my way home

Flakey salt from a glass bowl spilled on a wooden surface. (Yes, salt is a comfort for me, and comforts are part of nervous system healing).

Co-regulating with my cheffies

Musings

A very young girl in long knit-woolen pants and slightly too small fuzzy jacket with a hood pulled over her head. She is grinning. Next to her, on a cement pathway is is a bottle with light brown liquid. She looks quite pleased.

Dirt: A Love Affair

Musings

Four stacks of coins and a jar full of coins, all with a tender green shoot of growth coming out the top

Dear Money

Open Letters

Neon sign: "I have a crush on you"

A Brief History of My Crushes

Crushes

writing my way home

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At the first sign of discomfort, I reach… I reach for something to put in my mouth. I reach for something to check. I reach for another something to drink. I reach for an old flame. A new flame. An extinguished flame. People have their little families, their little groups,… [Continue Reading]

Tell me something true, something really really true

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