The passage of time is horrifying to face and acknowledge. But can it lead to something beautiful?
I miss the days when friends and family members truly opened up about their insecurities, failures, and deep thoughts. Yes, you're adults now, but you can still share your souls.
The world is a whole lot bigger now.
A weird learning disability, odd discussion topics, and more: I freak people out.
People plan and G-d laughs. But what should we do after our plans go off the rails?
A poem about craving immortality, seeking home, and meeting a mediocre God.
This is very hard to have to write. But I do feel like I have to. Even though it’s making me physically ill to do so. Even though you already know how the story ends.
A lot of what you are seeing in the world right now is a collective re-triggering of old wounds, in a constant onslaught.
Embarrassing admission: I had great fun at a Mensa conference. But the group's test-driven philosophy clashes with my deep-seated sense of the human mind and soul.
You’re only psychologically tricking yourself into artificial empathy that will get you nowhere.