Dear Sundays,
This is the last week I'll be 48 years old. It's been the most remarkable twelve months. I recently read my birthday essay from the prior year and got all verklempt. It's filled with such hope and love and tenderness. I really appreciate this starry-eyed version of myself. There i…
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