At the moment that I’m writing this letter to you, I’m sitting in my living room, with my laptop on my lap, on a small couch that is low to the ground because the legs are removed. Directly in front of me is a window and French door opening to my backyard, where I can...
For a long time, I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. Not in my family, not in my culture, not with my peers, and not even in my body. Those were times of deep loneliness and excruciating shyness, times when I felt out of place, awkward, judged and wrong,...
I have often had more than one job at a time. This has been partly by choice and partly by circumstance, being, often, in a bridging sort of state – reaching towards where I’d like to be – which is teaching the Art of Personal Mythmaking online,...
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