Diary of the most abnormal year.
A nation, a state, a county, a city, and a community as wealthy as ours shouldn’t allow homelessness to happen.
The joy of cooking.
Shaquille O’neal is crying on my television. A co-worker is weeping in my office. A dream version of me screams out in anguish.
Ain’t no complaints.
Today’s meditation asks, “What does it mean to stand in your power?”
I do not know that I’ve read words more beautiful than Baldwin’s in describing that feeling of being able to provide respite to another.
I got an A in my Introduction to Logic class, yet I don’t know how.
An attempt at answering the question: What’s it like to be happy?
Today is the first day of 2019 that I remembered to write the correct year when dating my journal.