The Pink Dress, the Imperial Palaces, and the Birthday I Spent in Vienna

The first chapter of our Austrian adventure: three days of palaces, beautiful dresses, incredible food, and a city I had been dreaming of visiting. There …
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The Night Tea Became Tomer (and the Permission He Gave Me to Write Before I Was Ready)

There are writers we read, enjoy, and eventually leave behind. And then there are writers who somehow become attached to a particular period of our …
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The Days My Body Wouldn’t Let Me Be Normal

(and What the ER, Migraine Pain, and One Small Ice Cream Taught Me About Being Held) No one really prepares you for the hardship of …
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The Blue Dress, the Yellow Flowers, and the Version of Me I Wanted to Find Again

Sometimes, when you live inside the same routine for too long, you start missing yourself. You miss the version of yourself that feels excited. Creative. …
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The Pink Dress, the Imperial Palaces, and the Birthday I Spent in Vienna

The Pink Dress, the Imperial Palaces, and the Birthday I Spent in Vienna

The first chapter of our Austrian adventure: three days of palaces, beautiful dresses, incredible food, and a city I had been dreaming of visiting. There are trips you enjoy, trips you remember fondly, and then…

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The Pink Dress, the Imperial Palaces, and the Birthday I Spent in Vienna

The first chapter of our Austrian adventure: three days of palaces, beautiful dresses, incredible food, and a city I had been dreaming of visiting. There are trips you enjoy, trips you remember fondly, and then…

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The Night Tea Became Tomer (and the Permission He Gave Me to Write Before I Was Ready)

The Night Tea Became Tomer (and the Permission He Gave Me to Write Before I Was Ready)

There are writers we read, enjoy, and eventually leave behind. And then there are writers who somehow become attached to a particular period of our lives. You remember where you were when you first found…

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The Night Tea Became Tomer (and the Permission He Gave Me to Write Before I Was Ready)

There are writers we read, enjoy, and eventually leave behind. And then there are writers who somehow become attached to a particular period of our lives. You remember where you were when you first found…

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The Days My Body Wouldn’t Let Me Be Normal

The Days My Body Wouldn’t Let Me Be Normal

(and What the ER, Migraine Pain, and One Small Ice Cream Taught Me About Being Held) No one really prepares you for the hardship of not feeling well. Physically unwell, I mean. Not the kind…

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The Days My Body Wouldn’t Let Me Be Normal

(and What the ER, Migraine Pain, and One Small Ice Cream Taught Me About Being Held) No one really prepares you for the hardship of not feeling well. Physically unwell, I mean. Not the kind…

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The Blue Dress, the Yellow Flowers, and the Version of Me I Wanted to Find Again

The Blue Dress, the Yellow Flowers, and the Version of Me I Wanted to Find Again

Sometimes, when you live inside the same routine for too long, you start missing yourself. You miss the version of yourself that feels excited. Creative. Feminine. Light. The version of you that remembers what it…

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The Blue Dress, the Yellow Flowers, and the Version of Me I Wanted to Find Again

Sometimes, when you live inside the same routine for too long, you start missing yourself. You miss the version of yourself that feels excited. Creative. Feminine. Light. The version of you that remembers what it…

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The Afternoon We Finally Went on a Real Date (and How Painting Pottery Gave Us a Few Quiet Hours Outside the War)

The Afternoon We Finally Went on a Real Date (and How Painting Pottery Gave Us a Few Quiet Hours Outside the War)

There is something strangely easy to lose during periods like this. Not only routine.Not only sleep.Not only the sense of normal time moving in a normal way. But small tendernesses. The kinds of moments that…

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The Afternoon We Finally Went on a Real Date (and How Painting Pottery Gave Us a Few Quiet Hours Outside the War)

There is something strangely easy to lose during periods like this. Not only routine.Not only sleep.Not only the sense of normal time moving in a normal way. But small tendernesses. The kinds of moments that…

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The Party That Followed Us Into the Shelter (and the stories we ended up telling there)

The Party That Followed Us Into the Shelter (and the stories we ended up telling there)

Lately, it feels like all I talk about are my neighbors. I know. Some people might find that repetitive. Maybe even slightly ridiculous. How many stories can one person possibly have about the people living…

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The Party That Followed Us Into the Shelter (and the stories we ended up telling there)

Lately, it feels like all I talk about are my neighbors. I know. Some people might find that repetitive. Maybe even slightly ridiculous. How many stories can one person possibly have about the people living…

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