In 1835, forty-five young, white men wanted to better themselves. They were not professionals, they were clerks to professionals and merchants. The men knew they could improve themselves more quickly and to a greater degree if they did it together. […]
When an adult negatively critiques the portrait of a child in their care, it is never about the child, or what the child looks like in the photograph. It is always about the adult. As I write this, I am
Even though I said this post would be about a library, there is something more on my mind: photographs. In particular: portraits, otherwise known as headshots. For most of my life, I have not liked to have my picture taken.
Sometimes I come to wrong conclusions because I have made wrong assumptions. I have done the equivalent of assuming the world is flat and therefore have been careful not to sail my boat off the edge of the earth. The
Still in the vein of living alone but with a thought that applies to us all: be aware of your vulnerable times. When I was freshly grieving Trent, I discovered that the sadness came in the spaces in between. Not
In hindsight, I should have known that I wasn’t going to be able to host Thanksgiving. If I put myself in the shoes of my invitees, would I really want to eat Thanksgiving dinner with somebody I didn’t know? Probably
This year, I wanted to be home for Thanksgiving. I love my remodeled kitchen and I wanted to cook in it. I wanted to play host. I asked another soloist in the building what she thought of a communal Thanksgiving
If we live alone now, and we weren’t living alone before, then something happened to cause us to live alone. It could have been a surprise, “I’m leaving.” Or, “He’s gone.” It could have been harmoniously planned, “This isn’t working.”
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. What’s not to like about a day focused on enjoying a special meal with people* you care about and being thankful? In the spirit of the season, I’d like to give thanks to You. Because
There will be times when loneliness will hit, however it hits you—an ache, a mist, a misery. You don’t feel like a victorious Soloist, you feel like a left-behind Loner. It happens. Before it happens, it helps to have a
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