There's a difference between expectations and dreams. Expectations feel rigid and fixed; an unmovable vision of the future. Whereas dreams are sewn with threads of hope, painted in possibility. Expectations are doomed from the beginning. Nothing and no one ever measures up. But dreams …
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Still Falling in Love
[written in October 2020] Last night was beautiful. And painful. I sat alone on my porch in the dark, listening to the last crickets singing in the trees and watching Mars rise over the eastern ridge, glimmering red. It was warm enough to be outside with a sweater and a scarf. The woods …
So weird
One of my favorite episodes of This American Life is the one about tribes and belonging. First of all, it finally solved the mystery of why I like the sound of pencil on paper and whispered African accents (if you know, you know). Second, it framed a concept I'd been …
Afraid of the Dark?
I have pet peeves just like anyone else. Some are like whatever, and some make me insane. This one makes me insane. This one cuts people off at the knees, breeds divisiveness, and vilifies something sacred. It's meant well, and I know the people who say it have their heart in …
A Never-ebbing Story?
Before I could walk I could swim. True story. I famously jumped into a hotel pool for a swim, fully clothed and on the way to dinner, when I was less than 2 years old. My Dad had to jump in and fish me out. I'm at ease in the depths, but it's the shoreline that intrigues me. One …
