Someone once explained to me that men and women are socially different because, as cave-persons, our contributions to the survival of… Read more Surviving
Dear Hillary, Thank you. During this election cycle, I have returned continually to your 1969 commencement speech. In particular, the… Read more Dear Hillary: Thank You
And I’m not even embarrassed about it. Okay. A little.
There’s a little voice in the back of my head and I cannot tell if it is the voice of a good witch or a bad witch. The voice tells me that there is nothing inherently wrong with me: nothing that I need to organize, fix, catalogue or reshape. The only wrong thing is this belief I’ve developed that organizing, fixing, cataloguing and reshaping are the solutions to my unrest.
Does Pinterest ever make you feel like the impossible is possible… but a little left of center?
Los Angeles… there are mountains, hiking, sunshine, socially mandated optimism, and a general willingness to speak with me in line at grocery stores (which often smell strongly of fresh fish).
The year of the badass motherfucker.