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Love These Days





What love looks like these days in my tiny corner of the world. Or, what I'm loving these days.


Books:

These have brought me so much delight and escape and hope lately:

Housebreaking, by Colleen Hubbard

The Swimmers, by Julie Otsuka

A Life in Light; meditations on impermanence, by Mary Pipher

Rules for Visiting, by Jessica Francis Kane

This Time Tomorrow, by Emma Straub

Unsheltered, by Barbara Kingsolver

Hunt, Gather, Parent, by Michaeleen Doucleff, PhD


Podcasts (the links will take you to specific episodes that moved me):

Crazy Good Turns

HerMoney with Jean Chatzky

The Lazy Genius Podcast

Mega

Moms Don't Have Time to Grieve

Unpublished

We Can Do Hard Things

On Being

Death, Sex and Money


I was going to add another category here and then I realized all I've been consuming lately are books and podcasts. :)


I love a book or podcast recommendation! What have you read or heard lately that has made your heart sing, your world grow, or brought you solace?



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