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The Voice Under the Noise
There's a version of me that only speaks when the house is empty. Not literally empty — that rarely happens with three generations under one roof. I mean empty in the sense that, for a few minutes, nobody needs anything from me. No rule being u...
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Lost in the Middle
There's a particular kind of tired that doesn't come from doing too much. It comes from being too many things to too many people, all under one roof. I live in a house with three generations. My parents, still holding on to the rules and rituals tha...
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