Category: Philosophy

  • Coloring Inside The Lines

    In elementary school, I remember I absolutely loved to color. I was the artist of the class, dare I say, the entire school. Back in the days of Crayola boxes with colors like “burnt sienna” and “skin color” (how fucked up is that?), I was in love with the beauty of my work. I know, narcissistic, right?…

  • Stop Asking For Permission….Take IT

    I had to stop walking. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing- dead in my tracks, disbelief, incomprehensible wonder. What I heard, I had never experienced ever in my life- complete and utter SILENCE. It was deafening. Now I knew what that meant. Trekking through the Middle East with my huge hiking pack (I’m an…

  • Train For A Reason…

    I absolutely, unequivocally hated myself that day and for many days to come. It plays over and over in my mind, even now. It was sophomore year in high school and a group of students were headed to the train station for the long commute home from the Bronx. There had been a rash of muggings and…