How heartily do others inspire our hope despite the port that compels, especially when these contradict where they sail? How much in their presence do we embrace ourselves? How much of ourselves do we surrender amid bids and barter? Do bids breed resilience or resignation instead? Do we discern ...
Transformation isn’t something you choose, it chooses you. Considering what’s involved, no caterpillar in its right mind would ever choose to become a butterfly.
While I didn’t end friendships over the election, I certainly learned which of my friends believed in the same things as me.