building a fence
“When I was young, we used to go bowling on occasional weekends. Five-pin, but in the pre-bumper days so the results were often abysmal. It’s disheartening when you’ve nothing but zeros and twos filling your row on the score sheet.” Continue reading building a fence
there’s a hole in my bucket
“there’s a hold in my particular bucket
that can’t be filled with mud or straw,
though that would be a handy solution…” Continue reading there’s a hole in my bucket
we are tethered by connections
“I am, like everyone else, tethered to this world through connections, made or in the blood. I have a place, I have a spot in the lives of the people in my circle and while I’m grateful and love my clan dearly, I must confess that at times, I deeply resent their existence.” Continue reading we are tethered by connections
we need our tribes
“Feeling alone, feeling like an alien, feeling like you don’t belong anywhere is hard. It’s isolating, and isolation doesn’t lead to anything good. Dark feelings are amplified when you hide them away from the world. When you keep to yourself and don’t share. We all need connection. We all need to be heard.” Continue reading we need our tribes
