Words for the In-Between
Short essays for the seasons that do not have language yet. Written when something asked to be said.
Read them slowly, save them for later, or come back on the day you need to feel less alone.
One quiet note when something new is up. Nothing else.
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Four Tuesdays in May
Most of us were never given permission to. So this is me handing it to you, four weeks in a row. A reader walks in not knowing what is wrong. By the end of the series she has language, context, perspective, and a community.
Estrangement, divorce, friendship loss, career shift, the in-between with no name. There is a name for the place you are in, and it is not failure. It is transition.
Read the post →The signs we were taught to look for are not the only signs. Anger can be depression. Over-functioning can be anxiety. The strong friend can be the one drowning. Five quiet signs we miss in ourselves and the people we love.
Read the post →A digital chain you did not know you were wearing. What The Masters at Augusta taught me about phone-free presence, the science of digital withdrawal, and why I am inviting you into the May Challenge.
Read the post →No newsletter, no noise. Just a note in your inbox when there's a new blog post, something honest, something to sit with.
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