A space for reflection, lived insight, and quiet noticing.
Each story stands on its own, but together they trace a path of becoming.
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Suzanne Was Always Late
Suzanne was always late. Not sometimes late. Not five-minutes-running-behind late. Suzanne late. She forgot details. Constantly. But then, just when you thought she hadn’t heard a damn thing you’d said, she’d surprise you by remembering some completely random detail you’d casually mentioned weeks earlier. She was also, according to a T-shirt we once saw and…
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Mr. A
So, a lot of you have started to ask, “Where are you? Where’s the next story?” And I’ll be honest, I’ve started several stories. But I kind of found myself in a bit of a holding pattern. None of them were good enough. They weren’t quite right. I wasn’t sure I was portraying the right…
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The Morning I Was Finally Heard
A continuation The incident happened on a Friday, and I gave my statement that same day. The officer who took my statement had already witnessed a similar incident involving the same individual, so there was no explaining or convincing. He understood what I was describing because he had seen it himself. What stood out even…