Several of the self-fashioning narratives I’ve written over the past few months have been in response to life events. Nothing major—just some challenges and challenging emotions that needed to be d…| The Used Life
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so muc…| The Used Life
