I think I’m in love. He’s sleek. He’s sexy. He’s got that handsome, mature, salt-and-pepper look. His name is Harvey. He shares my insane affinity for road trips and adventures. There’s honestly no place I’d rather be than riding alongside him on a new adventure. He lets me vent and he gives me control over the… Continue reading Harvey
I remember the encounter well. “Don’t you guys ever wonder if you’re just a product of the culture you’ve grown up in?” The hurt and curiosity in his eyes was strategically shielded by anger. He was upset that we were meeting at his apartment and talking about an ancient text he evidently thought was ridiculous. We were just trying… Continue reading Keeping the Doubt
No one wants to admit how much they NEED family. But, the truth is we all do, whether we like it or not. As the baby of the family I have the chronic need to prove that I’m able to do things on my own. As the youngest sister, I’m all too familiar with the… Continue reading Family Ties
A former boss once said to me around Christmas time, “I’m not sure if you’re the kind of person who measures your years by calendar years or birthdays, but…” and went on to tell me how much I had grown in the previous calendar year as an employee. I probably should have paid more attention to the… Continue reading How Do You Measure A Year?
“The great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson The first step to getting help is admitting you have a problem. So here I am saying “I HAVE A PROBLEM”. His name? FOMO. This summer I have… Continue reading Socially Overcommitted
“What will I talk about? Will I seriously have to lie on a couch? Will she ask me pointed questions or am I expected to talk the whole time – unprompted?! Is this just a paycheck to her or is she actually going to listen to me and care about this situation? More importantly,… Continue reading This is Just Therapy
It all began with empathy. I lost myself in the midst of putting on the views of others. Their glasses of hatred plastered, soldered to their faces. They haven’t known your love – they fear it. They haven’t seen your creation. But you teach that empathy, to be in the world, to immerse ourselves… Continue reading The Dangers of Empathy