This is my season of mourning. But there will be dancing.
REFRAME, day 2: Growing up, I went to 10 different schools. At the age of 11 I was sent away from home, and I can’t pinpoint exactly where I lived at any given time from the age of 14 until high school graduation. There was no certainty in my life. So, I like to be... Continue Reading →
It's been a while since I've written anything on here. I went through a trauma earlier on this year, and recovery has been a process. This is a part of my un-slumping. Maybe someone else needs to read this, or maybe you just need to know that someone else is sitting in the dark with... Continue Reading →
When I was in grade 7 or 8 (I can't remember which), I staged a coup against my teacher. Apparently there was something wrong with the system and I thought it would be the best thing for everyone if I did something about it. I'm pretty sure that the "something" I did amounted to extra... Continue Reading →
I used to be a brat. I still am. But I also used to be entitled, and gratitude is a road I've had to walk. There's a Fred Rogers quote that has become famous in the midst of the tragedies that seem to roll in and crash over this world like constant waves: "When I... Continue Reading →
On the way back from our recent vacation, in the lineup to get on our plane, I stood behind what appeared to be the HAPPIEST FAMILY in the whole airport. They cheerfully switched their boarding passes with each other to rearrange their seating. They each eagerly shared the highlights of their trip with one another.... Continue Reading →
