On Tumblr, I have a haiku project called Three Lines, 17 Syllables. At first, I posted every day–usually an image I photographed or created and a haiku, but sometimes just the haiku itself. I exposed it on Facebook, and shortly felt I was asking too much of my friends and …
Creating a new website and portfolio ought to be easy for me. I work in WordPress and Joomla… I write web copy… I am a writer and a graphic designer, ANDÂ an enthusiastic photographer and bad artist. How hard can it be? Silly dreamer!
I thought that my struggle was to believe in myself, to know myself. Depression told me I wasn’t good enough, that I was a worthless, unusable cog fouling up the gearing in an unwieldy machine. Therapy told me I was a normal person with a damaged brain, that if I …
Humans have a responsibility to care for each other, and for every other being on Earth. I am afraid that other people don’t believe that is true; I fear that they believe that there isn’t enough, and will prioritize themselves and their own people at others’ expense. Fear, however, hasn’t …
What if I am in this life to write a certain number of stories, and I won’t be allowed to advance to the next level of the game until I have done it? If I die before, I just have to do it again, until I get it right? Like …
