Where the feeling starts

Look deeper, Sherry would say. Examine where the feeling starts. Am I focusing on your mistakes so that I can avoid the mistakes I have made? Is that what we do – embroil ourselves in other lives, in other failings so that we don’t have to examine our own lives so closely? Sherry wants meContinue reading “Where the feeling starts”

Dear –

Dear -, The thing is, I don’t exactly know who I’m writing to here. That dash, it represents the cliff my thoughts sit at the edge of, the screeching halt of my words. The fear, perhaps, that if I let my words topple over today, friendships, peace, will be ruined in the fall. My reputationContinue reading “Dear –”