A tale of my adventures during Week 1 (and part of Week 2) in my Masters program, and all the adjustment and self-motivation involved.
(I wrote this in the summer of 1995, while listening to the soothing contemporary sounds of Canadian artist Mae More; … More
This may sound hopelessly cynical, but the concept of “self-love” has always seemed a little eyeroll-worthy to me. Maybe it … More
I am Aspergian (even a year later, it still comforts me strongly and softly–at the same time–to write that). True … More
So anyway, as y’all know, yesterday I celebrated my “Aspie birthday” (please pardon the term–that’s just what it feels like … More
I’m kind of a mess. I’m more sedentary than I should be. I engage in the use of a … More