I need to write. I cannot write. I need to write.

You, too? This summer, 20 true words per day.


20 true words

What can I teach you, my beautiful, fierce daughter? What have you already learned that I never wanted you to?

20 true words

A deer chased me on the 6-flags-over-Jesus’s meditation walk. Seriously. Ran at me. Stamped. Huffed. Retreated. Repeat. For. 6. minutes.

20 true words

My chiropractor and I have the same back massager. Only, he uses his to massage people’s backs. That’s– one use.

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