After several weeks of record-high stress, I now find myself comfortably in southern California (with coffee in hand, of course) on vacation. While I might have broken my own oath of not responding to a work crisis, I am relatively removed from whatever is happening some-thousand miles away. Even in the short amount of time (say 6 hours) from “un-connecting,” I can feel my body slowly doing something unusual: relaxing. Continue reading “Revitalizing the spirit”
Ramblings of a queer writer from the Midwest
The Fluky Journalist 