Maia
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The One Good Suit
There is a violence to motherhood that arrives as holy fire and bare knuckles. Not the…
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Ordinary Devotions
I have lived on this shelf so long the room has entered me. Dust, light, seasons.…
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The Work After Understanding
I used to think that understanding was the work. That if I could trace every fear…
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Small Wins
Some days the win is small enough to be mistaken for loss. A phone full of…
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Executive Function, But Make It Luteal
There’s a week most months where I become suspicious of my own brain. Not in a…
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All the Things He Said
Too smart. Too good a parent. Boring. Lame. Drill sergeant. Hypochondriac. Manipulative when I cried. Manipulative…
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Open Court, Closed Playbook
There’s a story some people tell themselves about justice systems. That they are public. That the…
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#2
February arrived laughing. Real laughter. Stomach unclenching. Jaw loosening. Shoulders dropping— realising, finally, how high I…
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Goodnight, Old Man
Grief is a door stuck in my throat, like a swollen frame— hot. thick. unswallowable. My…
My human condition. 