Words from wise people (not me) and some thoughts on moving on to much, much better things
Tentative notes on a performative life, and the challenge of cutting the puppet strings once and for all
I can't speak for you but I am ready to admit that I'm exhausted. Something has to change, and that would be me.
Like a soft sweater shrugged on each day, deep friendships sustain us through everything
The holiday starts early at my house, and it's full of reflection