The sad news has come. Someone I loved has died. I had planned to post about my recently completed flight attendant training this week. To offer up my insights, my likes and dislikes, to take a shot at Corporate America
Someone I love is dying. I’ve been processing with bad poetry, decent musical renditions, and emotional calls with friends. The writing helps, and maybe the sharing does, too. So here we go. TW: Talk of death and dying. TW: Self indulgence TW:
Happy Thanksgiving, Americans! And Happy Thursday to everyone else. It’s the time of year where we start reflecting on the year gone by, going over in our heads what we’re thankful for. Soon we’ll be thinking about our hopes for
I had a hard week. And in it, a particularly hard day. And while I’m celebrating my birthday today—now officially closer to 40 than 30—when I sat down to write this week, what came out was what was happening. Gray.