Our value as human beings is determined by our use. What happens to the things that make us human in this capitalist world? Mental health suffers.
Closures have never been easy for me. 2022 feels like a long checklist. I have to go somewhere next but where and why?
Yesterday was the condolence function that culminates the grieving period. This is the eulogy I wrote for my grandmother.
This story of an 80s feminist is always a comfort read. And it brings up a question we’re still grappling with thirty years later.
I’m drawn to my memories of certain books that once possessed me. This one reminded me of a girl I once knew.
Sometimes I find lessons when I’m dreaming. Sometimes they lead me astray. Just enough to keep me wondering about my dreams. Do you?
I was at the hospital last week. This particular time reminded me of several other visits where I didn’t have the space to think. Had I just been anesthetized?