The Human Journey

I wake up to nightmares some mornings. Upon awakening, the memories of where I am (at my sister’s house), who I am (a single, divorced, immigrant, with a part-time job and not much prospect), and what I have that brought me to this point (bipolar), slowly come back to life, and it’s too much to…

I See the Light in the Rain

  Montaigne thinks that parasols burden the arm more than they relieve his head. I like this mind of his. In the year 1571, Montaigne retired to his ch√Ęteau and hid himself away within the walls of his library struck with grief from the deaths of his father, brother, close friend, and his firstborn child….