These feelings come as the residue of a dream... though I'm now awake, they lie in a part of my consciousness, gazing out at me -- through me -- with their harlequin eyes. Self-examining, other-examining, neither intimat…

I feel as if I've received a few "Dear John" letters from a strangers. Yep, add a couple more bloggers to the list of those who have decided they want to see other people -- on other blogging sites. Though they seem to s…

The decision: to stay in my current position as a community organizer/canvasser/field manager (meaning not only do I do the work, but I teach other people how also), or to take a job a friend offered? It came down to an …

There's something emotionally charging about visiting my parents' house, the house where I did most of my growing up. It's this town, this house, these rooms... they summon the ghosts of emotions past, present, and futur…

In some way, I stepped out of the world for three weeks, and yet not at all. I mused a little this afternoon about how foreign my own apartment appeared, though my muscles remembered how to navigate it without requiring …