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… we push and push (and pushandpushandpush) , and then we pull our own hearts out of our chests and watch them walk around in the world as if we do not feel every beat, every booboo, every ache. as … Continue reading

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I’ll Never Go to War

. I am a 44 -year-old woman with a family and a mortgage and 10-year-old Honda Pilot. I will never fly over the enemy or shoot a gun or find myself in a foxhole next to a dead friend. I … Continue reading

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