A Burglar Named Sorrow

I am dressed for an evening on the beach, a cozy new Marc Jacobs sweater in a sober oatmeal with jeans, unlike the slinky, sleeveless crowd filling the banquet hall homecoming and toasting the birth of our nation's independence before the fireworks. When you approach, the world is no longer a static neutral television set.... Continue Reading →

Where’s Your Focus?

There is so much sorrow in the world. It's easy for me to focus all of my attention on everything going wrong--the seemingly never-ending rain, the end of my job, the present size of my butt vs. the size I would like it to be. When I focus on what I lack, I create more... Continue Reading →

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