It’s the last day of September, and this morning my husband got up earlier than I did, which means he made the chai today. (It’s one of our unwritten rhythms—whichever of us gets up earlier fixes the morning chai.)
And so, a mug of slowly cooling tea sits beside me next to a stack of half-read books while I finish up today’s curation of creatives, which …
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