A memory around every corner—and snowbank
I'd rather embrace, not escape, my past. Even the not-so-great parts.
I sit in my parked car for a long while, longer than I plan to, staring at the empty marina and darkened sky. I read a few pages of my book, a beautifully written novel I picked up at the start of the pandemic and recently decided to re-read.1 I listen to a podcast about books and publishing while I sip a lukewarm vanilla lat…
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