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Fragile

Fragile

That’s the word I most often use to describe myself these days. Fragile. The champagne flute balanced on the edge of a table. The paper-thin shell of a macaroon. The egg perched at the edge of the nest, wobbling in the breeze. Like I could break...

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My new normal…

My new normal…

A few weeks ago, I spoke in some general terms about my health issues. Another month has passed, and well…I wish I could say that my life had returned to normal and that I was back to my habits of writing 2,000-3,000 words a night. But...

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