My first recollection of fear being used to subdue my spirit was at the age of three, waiting for the “monster” to come through my bedroom window. I would not go to sleep so my mother used a powerful visual to get me to comply, an editorial cartoon of Atlas holding the earth. Fear was …
Month: March 2020
Finding Joy in Small Spaces
My epiphany came on a winter day when I was feeling sorry for myself. I call those kind of days "fat slug days" because during the cold weather I slowly slither along in my sun deprived paleness lugging around extra pounds from eating too much comfort food. On that particular day, I focused on getting …
