Hi again. Lately participating in my life feels like waking from hibernation. For example: This weekend I noticed the numbers for the exits on the highway nearest me — the one I’d been driving on all my life — had changed. When did this happen? While I was asleep? Where’s my exi…
Hi again. In full transparency, this week I planned to write to you about a series of small disappointments in my orbit: namely, these radishes I plant…
Marissa
Hi again. I hope you are having a nice week. Due to a combination of factors, I have found myself a little creatively zapped this week, but I am still …
Marissa
Hi again. This weekend we saw a fox. Then we saw it again. Then later we saw it again, soon enough after but far enough away from where we had seen it …
Marissa
Hi again. The other day a friend wondered on the phone if perhaps the conundrum in which she found herself was a question of self-respect. Or perhaps s…
Marissa
Hi again. Last week I got my second dose of Moderna, and my nervous anticipation of its side effects threw me for a mental loop. The night after my fir…
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Hi again. It’s lilac season where I am. Maybe where you are, too. There are lilac bushes in my parents’ yard, which are quite beautiful right now. In t…
Marissa
Hi again. Two poems today, in honor of a virtual writing workshop I went to last week. It was about the ocean. The workshop was hosted by two writers, …
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