Close your eyes. Feel into your body. Where do you feel it? Does it feel small and powerful or big and insubstantial? Is it
It’s another dreary Cairene day and I am once again sitting in the backseat of a car trying to get from my doctor’s appointment
I am reading I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou, it is the scene near the end of the book where
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the
“Bright lip or dark lip?” I ask her turning my head towards the mirror. “Dark.” “Hair up or down?” “Down.” “Open toed or close-toed
It is regular Monday morning and I am scrolling through my list of friends wondering if there’s anyone I can call up to meet

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