© Jem Sullivan
The sky at dawn—so much lovelier with clouds.
Likewise, the beach—so much more interesting after storms.
The metaphors that these observations suggest to me sometimes seem trite, even reductive, on the surface. Clichés, song lyrics and memes abound: Every cloud has a silver lining; what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger; after … Read More
“It doesn’t have to be this way. It doesn’t.” (pg. 218 My Vices Collide; A Celebration of Being a Little Messed Up)
Is it vain to quote myself? Well, maybe so, but no truer words have ever been spoken by me. So I will say them again:
It doesn’t have to be this way.
I am proof.
You think it … Read More
It was dawn and the beach was deserted—just me and my heron. I shambled along the water’s edge, half-asleep, moving east toward the sunrise. About two blocks into my walk, at about Avenida 14, I noticed another denizen of the dawn start to make his way down from the houses to the water. Our paths intersected, and before I could offer a … Read More
I got unfriended a couple of weeks ago. It wasn’t very nice. Yet it was very necessary. And I swear I’m not sitting here snacking on sour grapes when I tell you this: I am relieved. A little sad. A lot baffled. But nonetheless relieved.
Unfriend. What a hostile sounding word. Everybody knows what it means … Read More
What if your husband came with a “user manual”? Or your boss? Or even your new friend at the club? What if you, yourself, came equipped with a little booklet of instructions designed to help others understand how you best function, what might cause you to short circuit, and, perhaps most importantly, what helps facilitate enjoyable or helpful “usage” of … Read More
