In the throes of my anxiety, The depths of my people pleasing, The canyon-like width of my “What-if’s;” In the thread that holds them all together, making me desperate to know others’ thoughts toward me, I’ve been taught to say, “Who cares?” And keep moving forward. But this dismissive attitude has never sat well with [...]
Category: ponderings
tattered
As I write this, a dog from somewhere in the neighborhood barks incessantly. Daisy nudges my arm, flitting from my chair to window, begging me to let her outside so she may bark, too. Across from me, pages of Go Tell it on the Mountain by James Baldwin lay in shreds, a tattered memento of [...]