The afternoon was so hot that the pavement sent up apparitions of opaque waves, scintillating wafts of heat blurring the brick of the building just beyond the gruesome scene in front of me. I shifted in my spike heels, a trickle of sweat running down the inside of my satin maternity blouse and I knew. I knew it was time…
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Twenty Years of Stories
This is the archive: two decades of questions, lessons, and moments worth writing down. I don't publish here much anymore, but I do still write about my life today, what I'm up to, travel, family, work insights, and more. If you want the current stuff, that's what the newsletters are for and I'd love for you to subscribe.
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