“I don’t want to do this.”

My mom had a heart attack. I flew home. I handled it.

I was steady. Capable. Useful.

Then I drove fifty-one hours back to California and fell apart.

That’s Byrontology.

We take a broken heart and make art.

The broken heart is sometimes rejection, jealousy, or despair.

The art is the response that brings us back home—a book, a movie, a walk, a conversation, a meaningful moment at Taco Bell.

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