Reflecting on an object from my treasure box Carte “TaM” (Transports de l’agglomération de Montpellier) 2002 Most of my picture IDs from my time in France (including my passport) were either stolen or tossed in the river. But this one remains. I don’t know exactly why. Maybe because it was the only one that bore my image but not my name. Maybe I just didn’t bother to carry it with me the day I left Montpellier because all the places…
In recent years, the church has actually begun to talk about mental health (finally). But even now the focus remains on the safe and familiar. Anxiety and depression are commonplace, after all. But psychosis? Hyper-religiosity? I guess they’re just not ready for it. Maybe they never will be.
I loved my cat, Othello. I’d been his human for many years and I think it’s safe to say he trained me. Towards the end of his life I would understand the meaning every meow, chirp, and purr he uttered. If I sat down to read or watch TV, he’d jump up on my lap and rub his head against me before curling up in a ball by my side. He was my baby and I needed him as much…
Not long ago I got my first smartphone at the age of 39 1/2 – THIRTY-NINE AND A HALF! It was good timing, though, because my self-esteem had just climbed to a new high as well. Yes, I’ve finally learned to love myself and am ready to share who I am with the world! I don’t mean here. Granted, I’ve been vulnerable on the internet for years and I admit, not being able to see my audience face-to-face makes that…
A friend told me I should write something funny today but funny is not my default mode, especially when my mind is so cluttered with concern. Sure there’s war, terrorism, and hunger in the world, but what do I fixate on? The undoing of what used to be my favorite magazine and my favorite podcast. And is there anything I can do to stop it? No. They’ve done this to themselves. All I can do is withdraw my support from…