A dear friend of mine—a member of my hometeam—uses this phrase when she's done with a big meal. She puts her fork down and utters the word with a deep breath of exasperation. Dismount. She’s all done. She’s had enough. This meal is over, she’s had her fill. What I love is that this doesn’t… Continue reading Dismount.

Silence, Fear, and a Swaying Mind

I have found, through time and reflection, that my eyes refuse to let me rest on absolutes for very long. My vision takes an ounce of settled certainty and quickly refocuses to the flip side of the coin, revealing new perspectives of things I’d decided were surely the way I thought they were. Eventually, I… Continue reading Silence, Fear, and a Swaying Mind