I was formed by a different kind of Commonwealth, one I think few people outside the Bluegrass would expect.
One foot watching the doorway, the other counting the exits.
Imagine how we’d live to see the day if the different colors in our skin didn’t require products to make it more uniform.
I understand you have a lot on your plate, and you’re often in a rush to feel heard. You speak the language of fear and trepidation. It must be hard to live in a state of constant doubt, but what else do you know? I must say, I wasn’t aware how many different forms youContinue reading “Dear Inner Critic”
I stopped taking pictures of myself as our conversations tapered off.
Healthcare is not more satisfying when its cost accelerates. Yet, it is treated as both a luxury one is lucky to have, and a character flaw commiserate with poverty for those without it.
There is something lovely about an overwhelming happiness
demanding to be felt and experienced.
Often, we pretend to be present as our feet stretch with anticipation to reach the future.
Where is the magic of an inner child who trudges through emotional warfare?
I want to talk to the teenagers who lost their parent(s) during this pandemic because this grief will change you forever.