At the fork in the road, she looks left then right and chooses the middle with a wink and a grin. Oh how the wayward souls go Tomorrow I’ll lock my front door for the first time, and the last time, in eleven years. My home has been figuratively and literally open to anyone who [ ]
Janelle died this weekend. This isn’t going to be an eulogy. I never knew her well enough for that. She was in my circle – my periphery – for almost seventeen years. She was a dedicated reader back in the days of blogging, and commented on every post. She supported every cause, came to every [ ]
I remember getting on stage the night after finding out that you’d killed yourself. “I can do this,” I thought. “I’m a professional.” I stood up there with the blinding lights turning the audience into a blurry amorphous creature that can universally love or hate you (and will happily let you know), holding the microphone [ ]
Lexington will always be imbued with magic for me. (I refer, reader, to the one in Kentucky, not the one in Virginia where I went to college, although that has a magic of its own for an entirely different reason.) Coming here changed my life. It was in Lexington that I met the artist, fiery-haired [ ]
The first time I learned about anxiety.