The older that I become, the more reflective I am about where I fit into the world and the potential imprint I could feasibly leave behind. While I realize this … Continue reading Devising My Personal Legacy
As a writer, I tend to examine topics that deeply matter to me in exhaustive detail, often considering multiple vantage points. To some people, that course amounts to overthinking and … Continue reading A Grateful Nod to Empathy
For the last few years, I’ve felt nothing less than pure terror. There are many reasons for this endless fear. Witnessing America’s horrific movement toward fascism is one source of … Continue reading My Freedom to Believe
Because I’m a writer, I feel much more comfortable adopting the role of an observer. In fact, I prefer to watch the world around me from a distance, thoughtfully considering … Continue reading Secondary and Scared
Because I’m a writer, I often feel better able to express my thoughts by typing each word, meticulously refining and polishing every sentence, rather than articulating these ideas in a … Continue reading Life’s Already Difficult Without the Complications of Intolerance
As a child, I used to look forward to adulthood with an intense eagerness, a time when I could be in total charge of myself and my life. The limitations … Continue reading The Delicate Balance Between Freedom and Disengagement (with Hope for a Better Future)
I am a fearful, anxious person. Fright drives me in everything that I do. It’s a constant presence, no matter how calm I might look on the outside. The only way I can dominate this ever-present uneasiness, productively confronting its terrible intrusion, is to write.