Musings, My story., My writing., Reading to heal, Writing to Heal
Are you one of those people who loves Fall? I used to be. It was my favorite time of year and I would gorge myself on every little autumn cliché, from bobbing for apples to adding cinnamon and nutmeg to everything (and I do mean *everything*). For a decade I hosted my...
Musings, Reading to heal, Social Justice, Writing to Heal
Don’t mind me as I cry through this post. Don’t mind me as I cry on social media. Don’t mind me as I cry. My nephew has cancer. That you’ve seen, since I won’t stop talking about it because cancer is all consuming. And he’s doing...
Musings, My writing., Travel
Borders are manmade creations intended to draw lines in the sand: Us vs. Them. We’re expected to choose a side and then to fight for the ones we choose. It’s all arbitrary, it’s all a social construct, and it’s all rather fucked up. I travel...
