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“choose an unimportant day”

what a year brings

we remember moments

four thousand weeks, and 365 seconds

we are all mothers this year

celebrating the gift of each ordinary day
I’m a wife, the mother of two sons, a passionate reader, a former editor, a slow writer, a friend, a seeker. Somewhere along the way, I realized that a good life is made up not of peak moments but of many small ones – imperfect, fleeting, ordinary, precious. And so I slowed down and began to pay attention. Writing, it turns out, is a way of noticing.