life
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the courage to be uncomfortable
It started, as most interesting conversations do, over eggs and coffee. A group of us, women at various stages of our twenties and thirties, sitting around a table that had seen better tablecloths, talking about nothing and everything. Somewhere between the hollandaise and a second round of lattes, someone said it: we don’t know how…
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a small world, entirely mine
on farming games, capitalism, and the very reasonable need to escape into a world where effort actually pays off If this blog were a houseplant, it would have been dead and composted and the pot repurposed by now. And yet. I have returned, slightly weathered, with approximately four months of thoughts I never wrote down…
by subiksha 