Some books arrive at exactly the right moment. As a lifelong bookworm, I’ve found this increasingly to be the case. I've been reading Ripening: Why Women Need Stories by Sharon Blackie and, every now and then, a sentence has made me put the book down, stare out of the window and simply sit with it for a while. One idea, in particular, is staying with me. Blackie describes "ripening" as coming home to ourselves. I haven't been able to stop thinking about that. Perhaps in part

This past year has been shaped by both loss and learning, often in the same stride. Losing my father altered my relationship with time. Some days it compresses everything; other days it opens unexpected rooms of memory. I miss him constantly, yet I am also aware of how present he remains in conversation, in story, and in the ways we continue to speak his name. There is something quietly sustaining in that, and something worth tending to. Alongside grief, this year also requir

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