threshold
life hangs in the balance
I think about death a lot, but have been contemplating it even more this week, as my kitty, Syntha, lies in a hospital cage with a deadly virus-parasite combo. Siezed by the #2
destroyer of worlds
For most of my life, I identified as a rebel and considered myself a lover of freedom. A freedom almost always defined by what I was running from, rejecting, or pushing against. I
between optimism and cynicism
Rose-colored glasses force a happy ending. Greyscale glasses expect the worst. Both disconnect you from reality. What I found instead gave me more power over my life, not less, but it required letting go of the one thing I thought gave me control.
death became my savior
When I was 31 years old, death became my savior.
I had reached a crux of my adult life, which featured me, in the same red wine and tear-stained light blue yoga pants