Personal Writing

august, honey, you were mine

One day in her office with the tiny fountains and giant stuffed bear, my witchy therapist tells me it’s all connected, as in once we get to the core, you’ll be...

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you do not have to be good

Sunday nights are the holiest, hardest times — I have let go of everything the last week asked for but I feel in my stomach the request to pick it...

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