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When Your Reality Feels Like It Has No Place At The Picnic Table

I’d held a particular kind of anxiety in the company of other moms for a long time. Casual meetups and informal gatherings that are thought of as fun and connective for most, are the same events that caused my whole body to tighten muscle by muscle. Uneasiness moving into my body with a force that […]

May 28, 2026

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I Didn’t Go to the Hospital. I’m Not Sorry.

My son overdosed a few days before Christmas. The sky was a light grey but there was no crisp bite of cold that December day. I can still remember what I wore —nothing extravagant, just something that felt quietly right. Black leggings, worn and familiar, paired with a simple black tank top. Over it, one […]

May 5, 2026

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