When You Stumble Onto the Dim Path
The area’s most popular tourist attraction was closed. Granted, it was a crisp Sunday in the hills and valleys of Montpelier,
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October 23, 2019
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A Voice that Sounds Like Home
This week, after almost two months abroad, I’ve returned to my official place of residence in Portland, Oregon. But I’m
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October 2, 2019
Ugly Steps and Crooked Railings
When we first bought our house, it had a wonky, completely non-code step that led up onto the front porch. It required you to
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September 15, 2019
Sometimes Being Physically Ill is Being Heartsick
Content warning: sexual abuse, trauma I have had urinary tract infections for nine months, almost at a rate of once
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August 25, 2019
It’s Not A Rant, It’s My Reality
Content warning: suicide, loss Ever notice when we get completely worked up and really want to express what affects us
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August 6, 2019
The Boy In The Playroom
When I was seven, I was healed by a miracle. That’s how my parents always told it. The night before, we’d had company.
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July 23, 2019
Losing Alex
I still remember it like it was yesterday. The crisp January air stung my face as I hurried across the Lubbock Christian
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May 17, 2019
Notes from Nanea | Scar-Gazing
My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, I’ve been in the mental health trenches lately, as perhaps many of you are, and have
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November 29, 2018
That’s What She Said | How To Deal With Light When Emerging From Grief
It’s hard to have nice things. Really hard. Also, that’s what she said. After I had children and discovered the
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November 22, 2018
Sweatpants & Soul | Revival
I was born on thirteen forested acres, in a trailer on the American River Canyon in Northern California. Whenever my parents
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November 6, 2018
