The truth is I don’t trust my compass. I am not sure entirely why I don’t. I simply don’t trust my internal compass to tell
No flow, no fun
I am in a rut. For weeks I have been pondering the idea that I am depressed, that I am getting old, that I am
(Dis)Connected
This past week I was talking to someone about how today offers the illusion of connection by offering so many different platforms, just to cover
Doing the very best that we can
I want to believe that everyone, but everyone, is inherently good. I so want to believe that. And yet, sometimes, it is infinitely hard. When
I wish I wore a mask
Is a mask a lie, or a necessary protection? I envy the people who can leave their home worries behind the door when they leave
Make eye contact with people. Care. (warning- contains references to suicide)
A year ago today, someone I knew, a teenager, took her own life. I remember the shock, the disbelief but most of all the questions.
Connect 