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The Chaos of Hope

The Chaos of Hope

Words are wild, violent slippery things; you never know when they might go flying out of control. But if anything, this essay is about losing control, about leaning into the chaos of hope.

day 9: and sometimes you don’t

day 9: and sometimes you don’t

I’m tired and my eyes hurt. It’s a good sort of tired because I’ve spent all day having adventures with my kids, but tired just the same and I honestly don’t feel like writing right now. I tell you that to say this: sometimes you feel like it...