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We Beat the Moon
We’d been outside for a while—running, laughing, exploring, existing. No big plans. Just the kind of playful, everyday magic that doesn’t feel all that significant until someone says something that stops time.
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Let It Go (Yes, Even That Last Drop of Ketchup)
Somewhere along the way, we started believing that holding on is noble. That letting go is lazy. That making things work—even when they very much do not—is somehow virtuous.
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One Last Shake-A-Roonie (And Other Accidental Truths About Who I Really Am)
There I was, alone in my kitchen, marinating steak kebabs with the level of care usually reserved for newborns or wedding centerpieces, when the words just tumbled out of my mouth.
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