Category: Her Glimmers
Small moments of beauty, comfort, recognition, and aliveness that bring us back to ourselves.
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4 a.m. And a Glimmer of Peace
A quiet 4 a.m. moment becomes a glimmer of peace—and proof that life doesn’t have to be figured out to feel good.
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When the Color Came Back
My first glimmer didn’t change my whole life. It showed me that a bright world still existed. There was a time when the world lost its color. I could remember the grass from when I was a child—how intensely, impossibly green it had been. I could remember a sky so vividly blue that it seemed…
