Let’s Divide Up Our Worries
I cursed the glass jar that had thrown us together and then prodded us apart. I cursed the worries, so they mutated like viral particles.
Notes from the Threshold
You don't need a map to find your bearings. You only need to notice which way your heart is already pointing. What still feels true when everything else feels negotiable.
A Conversation with Michael Copperman
I think I’ve always written because I want to understand something about the world and something about myself in it that I couldn’t otherwise figure out.
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