TENDER: a first word in a conversation this week, and one of two words I chose in spring as the guiding lights for my third book; the one that I feel will change me in ways I am a little scared by. Ways I feel are vital at this stage of my journey.
I’ve had a week of firsts, in fact.
First sneezewort I’ve ever set eyes on.
First blackberries of the season.
First night out since becoming a mother — two glorious hours—with the other mamas, the most beautiful group of women.
First banded demoiselle.
First time having lunch with a friend of 21 years outside of a place either of us live.
First proper words of this new book that has revealed itself to be
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