Scales of Time
The Victorians weren’t obsessed with death. They were afraid of forgetting. There is a difference and it matters.
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My Son’s Birth Did Not Go To Plan
My water broke on the Chimacum. That‘s the short version of the story.
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Who dat? Henlo! Hi. Hola. Aloha. c#include <stdio.h> int main(void) { printf("hello, world\n"); return 0; }I’m Miranda Sita. I live on Bainbridge Island’s south end with my husband and my kid. I am here to help you “do you.” I
When the soul leaves the body, what shape is it?
Under the flower moon of 2025, I found myself ruminating on a group prompt introduced at death doula school: What is the shape of a soul? My fellow doulas brought their own objects to the conversation: a book, a raindrop. Of course, being a U.S. Navy brat, I kept