For as long as I can remember, I have been the “big and tall” girl. While other girls seemed to effortlessly blend into the background or fit neatly into standard clothing sizes and school desks, I loomed. I occupied space—both in height and in width. For...
There is a profound, quiet power that washes over you when you hit your 40s. It’s not just a number; it’s a filter. Suddenly, the things that used to keep me up at night—worrying about being “too much,” fretting over whether I was being “pushy” by checking in on a...
Some absences are only noticed in hindsight — and some presences never are….. There’s this particular kind of loneliness that doesn’t have a name yet. It’s not the loneliness of being alone — it’s the loneliness of being surrounded by...
My new favorite song is Golden [Demon Hunters]. Fell in love with it the 1st time I heard it and that happens only when the lyrics resonate with me.. There’s a line in the song that refuses to leave me: “I was a ghost, I was alone.” Not in the dramatic, cinematic...
Every generation eventually asks itself the same question: Is the world getting worse, or am I just getting older? Our grandparents worried that cinema would corrupt the youth. Our parents fretted that television would stop us from reading. Later, critics warned that...
