Last week I was in a small American airport. Because I’m not a fan of the large MRI-looking scanner that’s found it’s way into the hearts of homeland security, I opted for the pat-down, where someone comes and assesses whether you’re dangerous manually. Sure, you have to wait for a female staff to come find you, Read more about Why Sisterhood Gets Reduced To Porn[…]
Flat. You’re just flat. You can’t even think why. Nothing happened that should make you apathetic like this, or sad, or even depressed. Outwardly you might be described as calm. Depending on how well someone knows you, depressed can appear calm. My mentor, Andrew Feldmar, would say that that there is no such thing as Read more about Depressed? Or Just Shocked?[…]
Last night I dreamed about a narrow, rocky shoreline. About a mile long, its end curved out into a point facing out towards the sea. The water was not like ours, up here, in the Pacific Northwest, dark green and grey. It was azure, bright, and clear. As I walked the shore, I walked towards the elemental– Read more about Land’s End[…]