notes for the human heart
I keep coming back to the thought, "We cannot lose ourselves during this." And, of course, I'm thinking of the pandemic. But I'm also thinking of where I was before our lives were interrupted. Seventeen months ago, I lost my mother to a long illness. Not long after, I committed myself to a psychiatric hospital… Continue reading the human heart has not changed
When I began these notes to you, Dear Human Heart, it was my intent to write something everyday. I'm finding, though, that anxiety has crept in, and I've found myself circling this space, holding my breath. Anxiety feels as if it's everywhere, because it is. So many are concerned for their health - for the… Continue reading solitude within a pandemic
No Accounting for Happiness 