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After a magnificent stalling
I'm ready to be uncomfortable again
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Fiza Pirani

February 2021

This depletion I'm feeling
It's been three months since I've written here.
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Fiza Pirani

November 2020

It's quiet uptown
Working through the unimaginable
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Fiza Pirani

October 2020

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to 🎉
Happy tears, sad tears, all the tears.
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Fiza Pirani
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In October, we overcome writer's block
A note (or plea) to self
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Fiza Pirani

September 2020

Writing from The Bad Place
(or trying to write, at least)
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Fiza Pirani
The power of Jesmyn Ward
Even in grief...
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Fiza Pirani

August 2020

Confronting evil again and again
On the first few pages of Isabel Wilkerson's latest
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Fiza Pirani
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The floodgates of grief will reopen
Three essays on ritual and grief + this hate that I'm carrying
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Fiza Pirani

July 2020

Mourning John Lewis
With a little help from his own words and actions
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Fiza Pirani
Waking up to Norah Jones in my ears and Lady at my feet
A little word vomit on a favorite familiar feeling
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Fiza Pirani

June 2020

If you really knew me
A Sunday morning writing exercise // #TheIsolationJournals
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Fiza Pirani
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