Dear Alabama,
December 12, 2017
Dear Alabama, We don’t know each other well. I visited briefly a few times over the past twenty years; the four days I spent in Birmingham with a group of
Dear Alabama, We don’t know each other well. I visited briefly a few times over the past twenty years; the four days I spent in Birmingham with a group of
Sometime truth is just volume. The loud people get to write the story that everyone hears, the one they come to believe is the only story. In this way, they
I don’t think about you all that often. I’m usually too busy. Like many people, I’ve spent most of the waking moments over the past year fighting. I’ve spent much
‘Tis the season to be struggling… There is no good time to be mentally ill. I mean, it’s never convenient to carry that invisible heaviness around with you; to have
Dear Alabama, We don’t know each other well. I visited briefly a few times over the past twenty years; the four days I spent in Birmingham with a group of
Sometime truth is just volume. The loud people get to write the story that everyone hears, the one they come to believe is the only story. In this way, they
I don’t think about you all that often. I’m usually too busy. Like many people, I’ve spent most of the waking moments over the past year fighting. I’ve spent much
‘Tis the season to be struggling… There is no good time to be mentally ill. I mean, it’s never convenient to carry that invisible heaviness around with you; to have