New Year
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The New Year arrives without ceremony. The clock shifts. The body keeps its memory. I am still myself, which feels like the point. I have never trusted the fever around January. The promises shouted into champagne glasses. The talk of becoming “new.” As if the soul were a costume that could be swapped overnight. God…
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It’s 2025 and I am exceedingly happy at the prospect of this coming year. That hasn’t always been my expectation, but rather, it’s been one of quiet dread and subtle disappointment over what pain may meet me in the new year. Not so this year! I am filled with anticipation of what will be. God…
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It is not an ordinary hardship. It is not the loss of a good job. It is not the death of an animal. These are the ordinary human experience. I listen to the stories of people as often as I can. What I usually hear is what people do, not who they are. That’s a…