December 2011
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Merry Secular Christmas
I awoke before 6:30AM to a quiet house, with a sleeping child next to me. It hits me that it is, indeed, Christmas morning. I feel heavy in the head, heavier in the heart. Eyes won’t adjust, so I stumble to the bathroom and remember that while I bought toilet paper last night, I haven’t put a new roll on the spinner. Before my eyes can adjust, I’m in the kitchen grinding...
I feel the most inspired to write in the morning over many cups of coffee.
My line of work feels most inspired to invest that time into counting the number of boxes that have and haven’t walked off their shelves.
The only solution is to wake earlier, long before the sun ever has the notion to rise, to cast it’s great shadows across the world, to blend in with the darkest of night,...
“Our faces were no more than ten inches apart, but she was lightyears away from...”
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