One of my childhood friends used to cry in her birthdays, saying that she was sad that she was one year closer to dying. I’ve been thinking about that lately. You might think it’s a simple case of the glass half full or half empty paradox. Which I certainly did for a while. But I’ve…

Instagram is corrosive to my attachment with reality. The more emotionally laden I feel, the more potent it’s numbing effect. There was a time, though, when Instagram was the anchoring to my social existence. In those days, my Instagram biography would be regularly updated, as to announce to the world and Instagram robots who I…

I mean this as no offense to anyone that believes in a higher power. I myself believe in a higher power. I offer this only as a musing, and as someone currently mourning a mistake. When we say “it was meant to be, it was in God’s control”, do we mean to absolve ourselves of…