She takes a break from hating social media whenever CNN airs new footage of a few hundred people looting and breaking windows.
When the local newspaper reports that our winters will be getting consistently colder and longer as climate change progresses, I cringe.
She said my blog stats are amazing when you consider I’m writing about things most people don’t even want to think about.
There are mornings I wake up to nausea, nightmares burning sour in my stomach, doubts about my choices shouting from a groggy brain.
The daily temperatures are finally rising. The sun is shining warm more often than not.
If you’re a frequent reader, follower, fan, or admirer, please consider dropping a few dollars in my virtual hat. Thank you.
To all the health-conscious, yoga-practicing, vegan-cuisine-eating, upper-middle class white people who move to Jersey City, NJ, for cheap rent and a more “down-to-earth life.”
“This is one of the many reasons,” I tell my former students students, whenever they visit, “why I’m convinced we’re doomed as a species.”
That small gesture alone has gotten me called an asshole by many an aggressive facial expression.
Enjoy the fresh perspective, if you can stomach it, and don’t forget to write.
The worst thing about major depressive disorder.
I’m just curious. You know me.