I was thinking about an episode from my college days when my roommate explained that there were "two kinds of people." This led me to think of all the labeling and namecalling we do, and how harmful it can be.
Is COVID-19-imposed exile pushing me into a second childhood or at least second adolescence in middle age? Being stuck at home with my daughter (and her with me) has pushed me into a realm of animated movies and video games. What will I look like on the other side?
Reflections on "It's Never too Late to Be What You Might Have Been," a quote attributed to Victorian-era novelist George Eliot.
I used to write a blog called DukkhaGirl years ago. I feel like I have to write a bit about that here as a few posts I'm going to write will refer to it. Here's what led me to quit writing it, and why I'm blogging again.