When Honesty Means Exaggeration

I’ve been bad at telling the truth.  Oh, I’m great at being honest. Sometimes I think I shock people a little too much when they ask me cheerfully, “How are you?”, and I respond with Umm, I’m tired. Had a long day. Or, Please, don’t ask. I seem to cry...

Emotions aren’t the Enemy

  I want to write about grieving.  But I don’t know where to start. Because if I even use the word “grieve” you’ll probably brush it off. Nobody’s died, at least not recently, so this isn’t going to connect to you. Or maybe you know...