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Essays
Five years ago, I stood in a dirty, smelly, wreck of an old stone house and knew I wanted to call the place home. Bushes were growing in the window. ... Read more
When your redraft starts to resemble an instruction manual, it’s time to take a break.
Read moreFairytales are like mirrors—they show us ourselves.
Read moreThe little stone barn was a wreck – a dusty shell, full of broken glass, dead leaves and angry squirrels. So of course it was love at first sight.
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