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Life, death, and everything in between
But is it kind?
When you’re angry, pull weeds
When You Sweep, Sweep
My Little Anti-Authoritarians
Coaching Advice From Your New Soccer Coach Who Knows Nothing About Soccer
I Started Writing Poetry Again; Or, A Brief, Soul Crushing History of Working In a Bagel Shop
The Last Letters of Vincent van Gogh
An Empty Chamber, Black and Hollow and Alone
El Chupacabra on a Friday night at 1 a.m.
The Man Who Walked Off the Face of the Earth
Where My Father Once Stood
When Depression Comes to the Workplace
Grief Is a Fire, Smoldering
When the nightmares began
This is Happiness
Sleeping Birds Do Not Sing: A Novel (Excerpt)
Do You Not Know How Beautiful You Are?
The Last Leaf
I Cry Myself to Sleep at Night Sometimes
Thoughts From My Grandmother’s Funeral; or, This is Not Sad, Depressing Commentary
Why I’m giving up blogging — at least for now
Bears in a hammock
Pandemic Beard Progression
My kids didn’t think I could still dunk. I had to prove them wrong.
The secret to a long and happy marriage
I approve this message
William Carlos Williams was no poet
Summer waterpark alternative
The real reason I left Facebook
The holder of ropes
Don’t let anger guide you
The proper recourse now
A young child asks a zen monk how to take care of her anger when she is mad
Crow buddha crow
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