the real story is on the back.

there are two sides to a postcard.

I started a new job last week. I’m not sure if I like it.

After my teaching job came to an end in July, I promised myself that I would embody the word “allow.” I wanted to give myself space to breathe and to heal the parts of me that were tired and worn from twelve years in the classroom. I taught yoga. I said yes to every dinner invite. I slept in and s…