The name of “Pollyanna,” the child heroine invented by Eleanor Porter in 1913, is often used (by people who haven’t read the book) to mean shallow, blind optimism. But a careful reading of the book holds a different story. Continue reading Ten Hardships to Embrace
Never trade your passion for certainty; the moral compromise might just poison your soul.
Continue reading The Moral High Ground of Uncertainty
“And you know what doesn’t make me feel naked? Actually being naked.” Continue reading My Personal Privacy Quest
If life loves me so much, why does it force me to live on pogey? Continue reading Poet Maeve: Loved by Life
It’s the hole of my inner need.
So why are we stopping?
Continue reading Poet Maeve: The Unfillable Chasm of Inner Need