There is nothing special about you, so I won’t make a list. I won’t expect. All I will do is accept.
A perspective on the new year from someone who is coping with an unfathomable loss.
A poem for the new year.
What we do not realise is how we are part of a continuum, and how happiness, the way it appears before us, is far more a constructed idea than …
Take a step back and see what this season really means to you.