This is a kind of follow-up to my previous post, but also kind of not.
Being sad is not the same as feeling hopeless, and it's not something to run away from. These thoughts of …
Remembering my grandpa.
I'm reading tomorrow night at Litquake. For those of you who can't be there, here's my new piece.
I've been feeling bad about myself lately, and I've decided to counter it with compassion and love.
Maybe... I'm losing a little of my inner control freak?
I discover new ways to be sad, and uncover a bizarre concidence in my most recent self-portrait.