The thing they don’t tell you about hospice is that it’s not the big moments that undo you—it’s the small ones. It’s the oxygen machine humming in the dark like a mechanical lullaby you didn’t ask for. It’s the four-hour med schedule that turns you into a human metronome, ticking along to the beat of […]
We were supposed to be in Mexico City right now. Eating tamales. Climbing pyramids. Pretending not to be winded while climbing pyramids after eating tamales. Instead, I’m standing in my bedroom, staring at a suitcase that’s both overstuffed and missing at least three important things—probably pants. The phone rang yesterday. One of those louder than
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It started, like most bad ideas, with a cup of coffee, an overactive browser history, and a vague sense of existential unease. Technically, I was looking for a gluten-free pancake recipe. What I found instead was a map of bike routes for cycling across America and a disturbing number of YouTube videos featuring perky, Lycra-clad
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