I was text chatting with a friend of mine who recently went through a bad break-up. She said she was trying not to be angry. I asked her, “Why not be angry?” and she said, “None of this is real. It’s all an illusion.” Now, this produced an interesting response in me, converse to a… Continue reading “None of this is real.”
When I was growing up, I was fairly soft spoken. OK, maybe that’s not accurate. I was shy. OK, well, maybe I was afraid to be my loud inner-self? None of this is quite right. Let’s start over. Won’t Someone Please Think of the Ants?! One sunny afternoon, in my backyard, around 5 years of… Continue reading Indelicate? Me?