Tag: maggie estep

Passing glance in the Rearview Mirror

.Reading time 11 minutes.

I tried to share the sounds, the smells, the views with my friends back home. I felt excited. I felt silly. I felt vulnerable. I don’t know why this makes me feel so sad. 

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Born on a Thursday #47 – awake, alive

.Reading time 3 minutes.

As I was cycling home, I realized that there are a lot of people who were pivotal in (saving) my life during that time (the 90s) in New York – and so many of those people who were important to my development as a writer and artist and loving human being, I will never see again. There I was, pedaling slowly up the mesa, into the sunset, with cars flying past me and tears streaming down my face.

I felt awake, and more alive than I have felt in a long while.

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