...qualities of Home.
Saddle up to the Doers, the Makers, the Thinkers. Learn from them, grow, be inspired. Then please, move on and share it. A dear friend passed last night. She was generous, brave with an amazing imagination. It was a privilege to know her. I am wealthy.
I grew up in a world that was so strongly delineated between real boys and me. Despite the physical truth, I feel like a fraud. I know it’s fiction, but it’s a challenge for me to not operate within those boundaries. In July my trainer gave me a new habit to practice, talk to the... Continue Reading →
That was was my role in it, and it is a part of me.
“Yes Mom, it was bad” sufficed.
My mood instantly swung into high goofy, took a dip in melancholy.
Five decades of fear and shame has had its way on my body. I was always aware of my hunch, curling into myself. In high school I recognized I couldn't stand up straight. I felt I presented myself as submissive and compensated with a snarl. I knew I looked peculiar. Part of my healing was... Continue Reading →
I’m tired of it being the starting point, the answer, the fucking thing everything points to.