Self-Esteem is Like an Ever-Leaking Blow-up Mattress
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Self-Esteem is Like an Ever-Leaking Blow-up Mattress

I feel like I’m always searching for the secret recipe to “Normal”, or what my ideal definition of normalcy is. But there are shades of white male idealism so entwined in this word that I’m pretty sure that ideal is a spoiled mirage, neither obtainable nor desirable. My low self-esteem hasn’t done me any favors…

I Wish
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I Wish

We had brownies with candles. And we blew them out altogether. A ritual we’ve kept on New Year’s Eve for the past several years. Except our family was separated this year. So, we got to it several days later… This year hasn’t begun as smoothly as I hoped for. I wish… That the time I…

Listening Into the Quiet for New Perspective
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Listening Into the Quiet for New Perspective

In this complete absence and void of “doing” I have been living in this Summer, I have been listening for truths to rise. I have since spent my time parenting and sitting back to listen to the truths that eventually come. Because they do come if you are patient and listen and write and think…