Whiskey Room

The room shone like whiskey in a crystal glass. I thought that maybe if I stayed in this room, its glow would mellow the rigidity pinging inside me; a warm strum when I, like a too-taught guitar string, was ready to snap.

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Sarah Canney
Endings are Bittersweet

I had three possible ways I was going to start this blog post, all pinging around my head at 4:26 AM on a Monday morning. But when I opened my “NEWSLETTER IDEAS/DRAFTS” doc a title of a past newsletter from 2021 jumped out at me: “That’s Enough. There’s More.” 

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Sarah Canney