following the flare
I walked home from work in one continuous stripe of sunlight past the canal-side patios crowded with burnt shoulders. Past the old slanted houses with their dimpled windows squinting in this improbable burst… Continue reading
I walked home from work in one continuous stripe of sunlight past the canal-side patios crowded with burnt shoulders. Past the old slanted houses with their dimpled windows squinting in this improbable burst… Continue reading
A few months ago my dad and I climbed the Dom Tower in Utrecht. A day or so into his visit, my very best “I’ve got it together” face crumpled as I let… Continue reading
About two weeks into Psychology 101, I found out the official name of my obnoxious and cruel inner critic. “Super-ego”, Freud called it. “Her Holiness the Dictator of Shoulds” is perhaps a bit… Continue reading