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What the Roots Knew: A Poem on Turning 60 & New Beginnings
I’ve always loved autumn—perhaps because it reminds us that letting go and beginning again can happen at the same time. On my 60th birthday, I imagined my eighty-year-old self looking back across twenty Septembers. What the Roots Knew grew from that thought.
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Post #8: Finding My Voice (Again)
Sometimes a writer’s voice doesn’t disappear, it simply goes quiet. After time away from the page, I’m discovering that finding my voice again isn’t about returning to who I was, but listening to who I’ve become.
