narrative

  • Wooden Angel

    In 2013, the city of Melbourne assigned ID numbers to trees and gave them an email address, allowing the public to report downed branches or disease.  Instead, people wrote love letters to their favorite trees.  Everyone can write a love letter to a tree in their past.  I can. Dear maple tree in my backyard,…

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  • An Ode to a Placenta

    In 2022, I was forced to leave the best job I’d ever had for a number of reasons — not the least of which being that I technically was not allowed to have it past graduation in the first place.  The pandemic let a lot of things slide.  I found an adult job at a…

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