After someone dies, ordinary things can become difficult to sort. A handwritten note.A familiar shirt.Something they used so often that you barely noticed it before. Now you notice everything. Even […]
The Small Ritual of Coming Home
Sometimes your body gets home before the rest of you does. The keys are on the counter.Your shoes are off.But your mind is still answering questions, replaying conversations, working through […]
I Didn’t Set Out to Build a Movement…
I Was Just Trying to Survive. There was a time not long ago when I didn’t recognize my own reflection. Not in the mirror, not in my work, not in […]