On lessons learned, versions lost, and becoming someone unexpected yet familiar I turned forty recently, which feels strange because I spent a good chunk of my younger years assuming forty was an age for people who had their shit together. I regret to report that this is not the case. I’m not saying I expected … Continue reading Forty, and the strange comfort of making sense
Spite and other reasons to stay alive
Live because the world doesn’t want you to. Because someone said you couldn’t. Because the government is a mess and the system is rigged and Enrile is still alive and we simply cannot let him win.
Of closure and other myths
They may have broken you, but remember that you are not a thing -- you are capable of putting yourself back together.
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