Tomorrow it will be five weeks since I left Facebook. I’m still alive. I barely recognize myself. My cage of choice is much smaller than the previous version. But now the decor is more to my taste, and I am in full control of who I choose to allow to occupy it with me. If…

It’s a big word, accountability. At its base, from dictionary.com: ac·count·a·bil·i·ty /əˌkoun(t)əˈbilədē/ noun the fact or condition of being accountable; responsibility. “their lack of accountability has corroded public respect”   There is so much to read on the subject, but there’s so much more room for nuance than most people understand. Did you know that…

It’s been one week since I broke up with social media. I intend for this to be a permanent move. I was enmeshed. I was beyond choice. I was irresponsible. I was addicted. And I am done. A wise woman said to me this week, “You are running water. Running water cannot be stopped. It…

It’s been a long time since I felt in the right place to sit and get my thoughts down. Here I am, now, somewhat settled into a new normal, a new home, a new me, a new beginning, a space full of promise and potential. And so, I settle into a beat up old wing…