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I blame my mother. She hated making dessert, too — and so she didn’t

Shouldn’t I be able to get everything done if I’m not working?

I chuckle at the illusion, at the simplicity of her complete faith in the trusty Band-Aid

Here, I needed Waze just to find my lost identity, let alone my missing sense of perspective

Names aren’t the only thing four-year-olds make up

In the past year, I’ve been through cycles of hoping, hurting, and healing — and then doing it all over again