the beginning
This story doesn’t start with our move to DC. For me, it started on a day in August 2024, walking the dogs one last time at Kure Beach before driving back to Durham for Becci’s knee surgery, dreading what was coming.
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suprasternal notch
Once grief enters your life, it stays. What surprised me most wasn’t that it stayed. It was where it decided to live.
resilience is bullsh*t, and john green may be a magician
I have heard the word “resilience” more times than I can count, almost always from someone being paid by the hour to say it. A John Green novel finally explained what it actually means.
welcome to dc, you owe us $75
Nothing says welcome to the neighborhood like four government photos of your trash and recycling cans, one of your home, and a close-up of your name and address on a shipping label, and a $75 fine.
two states, a district, and a printer
I am licensed to practice law in North Carolina. I live in Washington, DC. I work from an office in Arlington, Virginia. Three jurisdictions, only one of which I’m licensed in, and it is never the one I’m standing in.