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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  • Not Yet Anyone’s Anything

    The quiet moments where I’m trying to find myself Do you do something for fun? I used to do a lot of things for fun. Womanhood, adulting, motherhood, and the pace of our current world has made that harder and harder. Not to mention the constant chatter about doing things to be “productive.” I have…

  • Still Holding My Breath

    Maybe I’ll just sleep… I try not to talk. I take in the smell. I hear the rain sounds layered with instrumental music in the background. I feel the table creak as they move around me. I hear their breath and try not to feel weird about it. I drift in and out of sleep.…