Between Musings
There are seasons in research when the work is less about producing and more about becoming the person who can do it.
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The Poems Came Home
Sometimes rejection is not the end of a story, but the moment it finds its way home. A reflection on writing, imposter syndrome, and quietly refining long-held dreams.
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The Cost of Independence
Because no matter how carefully I arrange the furniture of my independence, someone else always holds the key.
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Paper Boat
While some lives are ending, the rest of the world quietly goes on making plans—as though tomorrow has already agreed to arrive.
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The Dead of the Night
The night has held motherhood, fear, loss, and finally peace. A reflection on the changing meaning of darkness across a lifetime.
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Still, I Believe
I believe in love. Not the easy kind, but the brave kind. The kind that asks us to risk disappointment and remain open anyway.
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After Disruption
A poem about what remains after certainty falls away – and the quiet decision to stay open, stay in relationship, and choose love anyway.
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The GP Who Believed Me
Sometimes the most important intervention is not a medication or a procedure, but belief. This story reflects on illness, autonomy, and the GP who listened when others would not.
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