Vulnerability, No. 2 the art of the ask

If we were having coffee… I’d tell you that I’ve fallen down a slight slump of depression since our last coffee chat. I thought the first week of being unemployed was rough (it was) but the second week was a strange mishmash of staring at my wall art and stomach illness. The two, I assure […]

Rising Like Affleck’s Back Tat #weekendcoffeeshare

If we were having coffee… I’d tell you that Life is the utmost asshole. Of course, I don’t have a monopoly on this sentiment and you’d likely nod in understanding. Only, you’d do so without understanding the specific context in which I cry out against Life with shaking fists. I feel beat. I’ve felt beat […]