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I was raised by the Jealous Queen. My very survival meant hiding my light because if she felt threatened or jealous, the punishment for my creativity and joy was the poison apple. Now it’s that time of the year when we make lists of self improvement projects for the next twelve months, but this year … Continue reading Shine On

I don’t remember how I found the courage to step into the rooms of the dying, my heart beating like a little tin drum. Am I worthy? Do I know enough? What if I screw up? I don’t remember where the courage or the innocence or the curiosity or the simple foolishness came from. I … Continue reading I Don’t Remember