Lessons from a Shape Shifter

‘Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make Of all the divineness which I know For thine and thee, an image only so Formed of sand, and fit to shift And break.” -E.B. Browning XXXVII, Sonnets from the Portuguese In the past, I had a curious and critical friend who...

Dear wounded, and healing…

I recently went through two personal traumas in the span of one week: the end of a long-term relationship, riddled with betrayal, and a spinal surgery that rendered me incapacitated. My able-bodied, stable self collapsed alone in an uncharted and unexpectedly dark...