I feel like I’m a different person out in the world. I enjoy dressing up because I love the reactions of the world to my style. It’s not always positive. I also find ridicule, envy, shaming & other things. Each is a reaction, a conversation with society, with humanity in…
I’ve done it before. Many times, many ways. ‘Moving on’ contains an element of escapism. Do you know how I know? Because the next thing that gets said is, “What else will you do?” There is taking action in an extreme situation like abuse. But many of us ‘move on’…
I’ve always loved learning. It’s been the quest of my ego. In college, I had a professor who used to say, “When the student is ready, the teacher arrives.”
You can be grateful for the beauty & also upset at the ugliness. The things that inspire these co-exist & sometimes in the same place. Why would the feelings that these bring up, not be able to occupy the same mind simultaneously? Human beings can feel more than one feeling…
There comes a point when you have to act like the person who left you will never come back. It’s essential to accept it in order to seek healing. But at some point, you must also ask yourself that if they do return, whether you’ll take them back. That’ll tell…
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
In my 20s, I was made to pick a side in the battle of the Smug Married vs the Singles. I didn’t create that division, they did.
Most bookshops don’t have an entire aisle on poetry. Poetry has never really found a home in my book shelf or life.
You are in my conversations. You are part of my conversations. You are in every breath even as I’m profoundly me.
We don’t love people because they deserve it. We love people because we deserve it. These are our depths.