Texan Canadian

This space holds writing that is sometimes more about reflection. Sometimes is about moments that held growth. Its about things that have happened, moments that are happening, about what we choose to keep, what we learn to repair, and what we come back to. The everyday moments and thoughts are threads that run throughout, not as answers, but as ways of trying to pay more attention. It’s an ongoing practice rather than a finished philosophy. Small adjustments, revisited often.

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  • The Other Adult

    He asked if I wanted chocolate. I said dark chocolate. Marshmallow, mint, peanut butter cream. All the chocolate, I said, with a little emoji to show I was being a bit ridiculous and also completely serious. He brought home milk chocolate. It wasn’t the end of the world. It never is. That’s the thing about…