The Beauty in Heartbreak
Today, while taking my partner’s mother, Leri, for a walk in the hospital—she has advanced, stage 4 cancer—we found a wig store. We went inside. The manager, a survivor of breast cancer herself, didn't pay attention to Leri's impossibly thin body or her wrinkled...
I am Here. Here I am.
I am here. Here I am. That's what my therapist used to get me to say at the end of every session. Yes, I've been in therapy. Anyone serious about living their purpose should consider it, because we all have some baggage we'd be better off without. The real "good life"...