The one where I take a moment to re-set my expectations of myself and use my time more wisely.
Regenerative Practice and Cognitive Reappraisal
Re-Calibrating (A Quick Scribble)
Self-knowledge is moot if it is not practicable.
We’ve Reached Our “Time Jump” Season. Now What?
There's a popular convention in serialized fictional media (television, comic books, etc.) that has been on my mind for several weeks, perhaps because (allegedly) we are gradually approaching the conclusion of the long COVID-19 saga that has gripped the world for almost a year as of today's writing.
Discovering the Sublime Joy of Solitude
Many months ago, I was leaving a party held at a home in some exclusive and wealthy neighborhood whose name I cannot remember after a night of uncomfortably pounding seltzer waters and trying to conjure up a modest sum of charm from a well that had long gone dry. I remember the feeling clearly. I'd …
Dear Friends: I Urge You to Cast Your Ballot
Notes from the week of 4/10/2020. I have little to say that of any significance, except this: I hope you will take the time to vote in the upcoming election... by mail, at an early voting site, or (if you can do so safely) at a polling location on November 3rd. I urge you to …
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Notes on Grieving: This is What I Have; It Will Have to Be Enough
How do I feel? How do I really feel? In the hours, days and weeks since my father passed, I've found that—perhaps for the first time in my life—I don't really have the precise words to describe what I'm feeling. I thought I might know what is transpiring in my heart and mind—at least before …
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Another Word, Another Blunder: Speaking as a Process of Breaking and Recreation
If it is true that to speak is to blunder, then, despite my great desire to quit tripping, to stop breaking things and crashing into walls, the fact is that I cannot hold myself back from indulging in the thrill of exploring the aftermath of the crashes. I can’t stop pointing out new scars and bruises and saying, “And here is what I learned from that.”
Social Distancing, My Old Friend (Or… Unsettling Neutral Perceptions of Isolation Through a Racialized Lens)
There is no dignity to be found in letting anyone else determine whether or not you have it—and least of all those who perpetually change the goal post not only to benefit themselves, but also for their own amusement. So long as I breathe for the rest of my life, nobody will have such power over my senses again.
A Note On Worthiness – My Truth
In bell hooks All About Love, the widely celebrated feminist author offers a profound meditation on the true nature of love across a variety of contexts. Doing away with easy platitudes or throwaway advice, the author endeavors to—through the study of some of the world’s greatest philosophical and clinical minds as well as through personal …
Why I Am Choosing Hope In A Fractious Time
I want to encourage everyone to be publicly, vocally excited about the candidates and proposals they like in this election—even if you fear censure from your peers. The shame and sense that all hope is useless is a tactic being sold to you for someone else’s benefit. As long as we buy the idea that …
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A Language of Being 