The River Essay Incident
"Jamie."
That tone. It's the one Alex uses when they've found something. Last time it was my 8,000-word thing about grocery stores and death anxiety.
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Where Light Remembers How to Flow
A Meditation on Heaven, Water, and What Waits to Bloom.
On specific good days, life feels like stepping from a cathedral (taken over by a lovely non-denominational faith organization) into morning sunlight, with
Hot Yoga Tuesday and the Neo Humanist Landscape
My roommate is sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop open. And that face. The "we need to discuss what I just read" face.
"So," she says, "
My Wife Found My Handwritten Boot Message
So my wife calls me into the kitchen last week. She's holding a piece of paper, and she has that face - you know the face. It's the "
My Therapist Found My Fame Journal (Both Versions)
"So," my therapist says, holding up not one but TWO notebooks, "I found these under the couch cushion when you were in the bathroom."
I know immediately what they