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29 Jul

I keep thinking about the life Halley McCarthy left behind in San Francisco. Not the glittering skyline at night, not the noise and ...

29 Jul

There’s a peculiar kind of grief no one warns you about. Not the grief of losing someone you love, though that’s inescapable too, bu...

29 Jul

It's weird how we carry our past with us. Not like a picture we can fold up and put away, but like a shadow sewn into our skin that fol...

29 Jul

There are books that feel like stories, and there are books that feel like memories, like they’ve somehow slipped into your bloodstream...

29 Jul

There’s something tender and terrifying about starting over. You think you know what it means to rebuild yourself, you’ve read the q...

29 Jul

Last night, after the wind outside had died down and the refrigerator was the only thing making noise, I finished reading Michelle Morr...

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