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The Trouble with Ambiverts

There’s nothing quite like going to a party to remind you where you land on the introversion / extraversion spectrum — as well as so many other spectrums — but last night I was particularly reminded of the former. Sometimes the best way to describe inner experience is visually. I have been wracking my brainContinueContinue reading “The Trouble with Ambiverts”

The Bridge

I recently paid another visit to the Detroit Institute of Arts (DIA), for their special “Van Gogh in America” exhibition. My more constant readers will not be surprised to hear that I kinda sorta really liked it. What surprised me, however, was that despite being surrounded by 74 incredible works of his — all broughtContinueContinue reading “The Bridge”

The View From My Wandering

Downtown Detroit – Gucci This is not the Detroit of 20 years ago. And I’m not exactly who I was back then either. Wandering around the city is a great reminder that while nothing gold can stay, which is a pretty way of saying that change sucks, there’s still beauty, and weird, and why theContinueContinue reading “The View From My Wandering”

The Spaces In Between

If you’ve been following along, I’m attempting to get past some “bloggers block”, where I have an assortment of stories I could be sharing, and I’m struggling to figure out how to parse them out into something reasonably coherent and semi-entertaining for y’all. So I figure I’d start there. The fact that communicating can beContinueContinue reading “The Spaces In Between”

Fixed in a Formulated Phrase

Sometimes there’s so much to write about, it can feel impossible to write about anything. In that vein, despite all indications over the past month that I’ve abandoned this writing ship a bit, I can attest that I have remained determined to move past this too-many-choices variation of blogger’s block, and to regale you withContinueContinue reading “Fixed in a Formulated Phrase”

Not My Story

Come out, come outThis is no time for hidingAnd no time for cryingBecause your rations are packedAnd your armor is onAnd you’re far from done(And you’re not quite undone) Feel the weightIt’s light as a featherThe heaviest featherA feather that can hold youAs it drifts slowly around Circling and liftingAs an unexpected breezeKeeps your feetContinueContinue reading “Not My Story”

Moving Forward

Whether it’s incredible successes or heart wrenching losses — both of which we tend to experience in any given year or two — there comes a time, amidst your brooding by that old oak tree in your amygdala, as you have been for countless days and nights, pages of your journal open to those oldContinueContinue reading “Moving Forward”