Confessions of a "fixer"

I’m still training myself not to run into burning buildings. To fill my well before I try to put out someone else’s fire.

Dear Readers, this letter is a reflection of some tender layers of grief I’m still unpeeling. I want to honor your heart by letting you know when I discuss death or loss. If this is not the right time for you to share this space with me, please be gentle with yourself. Come back another day or check out some letters from the archive. I promise they’re n…