There is no one who can give me any answers. No one. I feel like I sit at the computer sometimes waiting for a magic email or message to tell me what’s going on or give me some answers. But really, no pastor, friend, book, or even counselor can say something to make this make sense or take any of the pain away. It’s a locked box.
List-making in a Dark Time
For any other list-makers out there, I published this on HerStories yesterday.""In this time of quarantine, my lists are offering me space outside of the walls of my home, a way of making sense of chaos, a self-imposed structure on structure-less days, and even a way...