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• Sunday July 25, 2025
  a layne post A loud show played in the background, my sofa scattered with sleepy girls buried under their colorful silky blankets their grandma made when they were born. As I jog down the stairs, I call out, “One hour!” because if you know me, even a little, you know I hate to be late.…
• Conversations January 22, 2025
  I walked up as she sprawled on the cushioned wicker couch with a bowl of porridge resting on her small frame. No words necessary, she was wasted. “How you doing?” I asked gently. “Weak,” she quietly responded. “I can see that. It’ll pass,” I assured, as I know these chemo rhythms well. “It will?” she…