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I’m a big believer in questioning things. Why am I doing this? Why am I going there? What’s the benefit from spending my time in these ways? I think I’m this way because of how it was for me growing up in a religion where I was never asked to question anything. Why is there … Continue reading ?

depressed much?

“How come you always write such depressing characters?” someone asked me once. They always ask this, because more than half of my characters have somehow decided to be depressing. I don’t always plan it out that way, but perhaps I’m averse to happy characters, or happy endings, or people who embody the sometimes joy of … Continue reading depressed much?

expecting nothing

I have very few expectations out of life. Well, out of general life anyway. I used to have these pie-in-the-sky yearnings that were never going to come true, that were destined to disappoint me, but I dreamed anyway. I remember everyone telling me the sky was the limit, but then I kept thinking of how … Continue reading expecting nothing

fluffy white

I think it’s still snowing. I do know my Facebook feed is swirling with all the northerners posting photographs of the fluffy white carpets on their lawns. Believe me, we have a lot of it here too, but I didn’t post a picture. After all, I live in upstate New York. There will be more. … Continue reading fluffy white