reflection
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The Book With No Last Page
What’s a book you never finished but still think about? I finished the book. I can prove it. There is a last page. I have been there. More than once. I turned it. Closed the cover. Finished. Except the book… Continue reading
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The Woman Who Waited for Color
If you had to get a tattoo right now, what would it be and why? A tattoo is the soul’s own portrait—a permanent gallery of a life’s profoundest sentiments. But you ask what mine would be before it exists. You… Continue reading
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The Well-Mannered Illusion
What’s a conspiracy theory you actually find believable? “The mirror doesn’t lie.” EXCUSE ME. We’ve known since childhood that mirrors can lie. We literally built fun houses around the evidence. One makes you six feet wide. Another turns your head… Continue reading
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The Art of Not Erasing
If you could erase one event from history, what would it be? An artist doesn’t erase.We paint over it. One stroke changes the canvas. Another crosses it. Colors meet, layers build, and traces of what came before may still show… Continue reading
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Where Beauty Meets Uncertainty
How do you deal with uncertainty? In Portugal, I found a car that had forgotten how to leave. It stood behind an old metal gate, faded and quiet, while the rest of the world went on without it. Something about… Continue reading
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I Used to Collect Permission Slips
What’s something you used to worry about but don’t anymore? My dear girl, I have found your permission slips. You left them everywhere. For decades, you kept them—little quotations, photographs of memes, verses of Scripture, scraps of encouragement saved at… Continue reading
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You Pick the Horizon and Find the Train
What are your top 10 travel destinations? I write to you buried beneath a mountainous avalanche of leather satchels, hatboxes, and brass-bound trunks… my corset simply too tight to catch my breath beneath the worldly possessions of people who apparently… Continue reading
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A Shield, An Anchor, and An Engine
What is your favorite quote? When I was a kid on the playground, life was simple but loud. If someone threw an insult my way, I didn’t overthink it; I just raised my shield. My go-to defense was, “I know… Continue reading
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The Architecture of a Thousand Dreams
What’s your biggest dream? I am living my dream. My next dream is building the door so others can walk in too—stacking it high with the stories, histories, and pages that shaped me, then pushing open a pair of heavy… Continue reading
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