I am somewhat tired of writing reviews. Reviews force some sort of introspection. One that I don’t seem to be
I’m learning to extend grace to previous versions of me — warm hands to hug the person I was sometime
Here’s what we mean when we say “men cry too”…
A cursory glance at birthday depression and what the past year has been for me as I get older.
We all feel justified when we get the opportunity to cancel someone whose opinions do not align with ours, but that justification is often misplaced.
You wish you had more time to do the things you want to do, but where does all your free time go?
After Stephen Chbosky’s – The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
We all believe that there is someone out there who is perfect for us. Will we ever find them?