I went to a coloring bar at the Strand on July 21 as part of my journey of self-development. Alone. It felt somewhat awkward. I experienced some zen throughout the hour, but in the end, the zen may have been forced. There were a good number of young folks (under 25) at the coloring session. … Continue reading My Inner Voice: “This Is Awkward”
I try to write honestly, but it's not always rainbows and unicorns.
Childhood memories are a funny thing, particularly when family members are involved.
Breakfast sets the tone
What are we saying when we say "I'm busy"?
It's the last year of my 20s and I've had an epiphany. Or something like it.