I haven’t had many words lately, mostly just an overwhelming weight in the pit of my stomach that has held me down for days. I had some posts scheduled to go live and none of them really seemed to matter anymore. How could I talk about travel, writing, or relationships when there are more...

I try not to write in the depth of the wound and publicize it. I don’t think wounds should be smeared out for everyone else to play with, but scars are a different ball game. Scars are stories and I like stories. I think we all do. What becomes problematic, at least in regards...