Adults can make bad decisions with good intentions. Adults can be hypocrites. Adults can be wrong. As a child, the romantic understanding I had of what life is for the human being was not ignorant of these things; rather, their importance was dimmed relative to that of who I might become. I was starstruck by my own future.Read More On Growing Beyond Adulthood
I am – more than a little worried, though many tell me that I needn’t be. It’s just something about being on one’s own for the first time in one’s life that breeds the kind of morbid hubris I am now struggling with. Namely, do I return to live in my mother’s home, do I […]Read More On Moving Back Home
…My courage was admitting to myself – even at the risk of my own ego – that I did not belong and was not welcome where I was…Read More What is the Price of Courage?