The Meaning of Life

Sometimes, I sit back and review the goings-on of a normal day, and I begin to wonder: what’s it all for? The crazy miscommunications, the mood swings, the hamster-on-a-conveyor-belt feeling of never having enough time. Step back and wonder, what’s the point of it all? It’s a really fine existential conversation for a rainy Wednesday morning. If you think about it,… Read more →



There was a time when she sat in her room with the door closed, her back against the door, talking into the phone to someone else’s husband. The kids were downstairs playing. When they were younger, she never would have left them alone, but they were still young and she was more focused on her own pain than on their… Read more →