I haven’t been feeling well, mostly fatigue which eventually manifests in illness. My mind just needed a shutdown, so engaging it in thought and reflection has been a bit of a fight the past two weeks. I am still on the mend, but my mind has rebooted (slightly), giving me time to sit and reflect
“Be Strong”, “It is well”, “It’s life”; these and many other things people say to console you in a time of loss may come from a place of genuine concern and sympathy but are the last things you really want to hear during a time of loss. This year marks almost two decades since I
I have been binge-watching a lot of shows on Netflix. I finally reached my quota and hit the breaks when I wrapped up all four seasons of Queer Eye and hit the halfway mark on season three of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I knew I needed to stop and rejoin reality, my reality, a painful reality.