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Let it burn

Let it burn

Photo by 2 Bro’s Media on Unsplashurn: to sizzle, scorch, fry, crackle, incinerate, turn to ash.Burn: to cook too long, at too high a heat, be careless with fire. Burn: to singe your skin, melt cells, merge sinew. Burn: to use up, transfer energy...

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Dive in

Dive in

Photo by Li Yang on Unsplashain is like a wave, she told me, although she almost certainly wouldn’t have used that word.“Pain” has no place in the universe that is childbirth, even though it is so often affixed to it. Or, if it does belong, you...

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Like velvet

Like velvet

Starting a business requires something usually reserved for religion and relationships (both of which often suffer in the throes of entrepreneurship): faith. A truckload of it. A truckload with a tendency to back over and flatten too many other things that matter.

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Water in air

Water in air

It is quiet now at night, even in the city, roads and voices muted by the mad hush of rain. Rain against pavement is also a sound, but it slips through ears like it does through gutters, spilling over and out and rushing to sea in the way all moments and memories eventually do. But I imagine that tonight even without the rain the world would seem silent, no matter the city or  bustle or subway line. Tonight is made for our quiet.

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How the wild things grow

How the wild things grow

It is a different kind of motherhood to tend a garden, one that is probably more about nurturing yourself than a tiny creature. But as we each stretch further from our childhoods, grow like saplings toward the sun, so it becomes more important, and often more necessary, that we learn to provide ourselves with some parenthood as well. 

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Motherland

Motherland

When I was 18, before I knew anything about publishing or pitching or rejection or acceptance, I tried to get something published that didn’t belong to me, but, rather, belonged to my mother. Years earlier, when I was only 8, she had written a poem that had become famous in my family.

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Where money grows

Where money grows

It’s an innately human desire to tug at truth until it’s in full view, excavate and examine it until we are pleased with our well-considered conclusions. It is also instinctual to want to share only the prettiest fragments of our own truths, our most charming ecstasies and none of our agonies.

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Onward, to that distant sun

Onward, to that distant sun

I wish the journey were slower, closer to the perception of movement that comes with gazing out into that inky periphery, watching galaxies flow past us like syrup. I wish years did not instead tumble like a series of waterfalls, each gaining a little more speed from the last.

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“The Media”

“The Media”

Journalists are a lot like scientists, really, seeking an objective truth, trying to put pieces together. No one does it for the money. It’s a longstanding joke in the industry that most of us make very little. Some might do it for the power, or a hopeful slice of fame, although both are unlikely. I do it because information matters, because while there are some relative truths in life, often the answer is strictly “true” or “false.” 

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