Empty Space
I used to write a lot. Blog posts, journal entries, brain dumps, lists. I must have had five notebooks going at a time. Collections of thoughts. Complete thoughts. Incomplete thoughts. Random wonderings. Whole pages of processing. Bullet points of darting thoughts. It was a process. Then I went silent. For a long time. I stopped…
19 years and a reflection
19 years. 19 years ago he and I said “I do.” We had stars in our eyes, dreams in our hearts and plans that seemed simple. We were young. And in love. The kind of love that feels reckless and delicious and perfect. The kind of love that you feel from the tip of your…
finding sanity in the midst of insanity
There isn’t much sanity to be found these days. It feels ambiguous and uncertain and mostly insane. I mean, we’re fighting a fight about black lives that isn’t really about black lives at all. It’s about communism and power and politics. Yet it’s called Black Lives Matter…make sense to you? Me neither. We’re battling a…
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