The Caterpillar’s Dream

“Hi” said the chartreuse caterpillar to the teal caterpillar as she step-step-stepped onto the stem of the leaf he was eating. “Hi,” he said, swallowing his too-big bite and taking another. “Do you have a mom?” she asked. “Uh… what’s a mom?” he said, chomping. “Oh,” she said glumly. “Do you have a dad?” “I don’ think…

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My own words to live by.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the me of 20 years ago — about who I was then, and, sure, about how the me of now has developed from her. I do believe that the me of now is far wiser than the me of then. But I’m also, somehow, less vivid. There’s beauty in…

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