My sister recently gave birth. It was her second—this time a girl; small, beautiful, long fingered. Upon visiting her in the hospital, I was reminded of how delicate a newborn is. Also, in this post, I digress slightly on the topic of grocery shopping at Harris Teeter with my son Henry
“Something doesn’t feel right… I don’t feel right. My body. I feel like I’m filled with cancer.”
In this episode of This Is Me Being Uncomfortable, I mumble about seasonal affective disorder, low level depression, my son, and walking away from society’s norms
When you’re young, your imagination is a jungle with colorful birds flying about and scaly-skinned reptiles and slithering snakes at your feet. Lions roar and giraffes graze among the high trees plucking the vegetation from its branch. The world is vast, the world is new. The world is shiny. At some point in life, I’m not exactly sure when though I think it’s 12 years old, that shine starts to dull and wear off.
Who is the love of your life and why are you meant to be together?