Let’s get this out there: 2020 sucked. A lot.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m ready for a fresh start. There are no guarantees 2021 will necessarily be better, but there’s something to be said for a clean slate.
When it comes to New Year’s resolutions, I don’t do them. Why make empty promises I’m not sure I can keep? Life happens. Commitments get broken, sometimes because we made the wrong ones and sometimes because of circumstances. How many of us thought we’d be able to do things in 2020 and...
Last week, I came across this info graphic posted by Robyn Ochs. Now, I should preface this by saying she is a thoughtful, genuine person with a passion for bisexual activism. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting her, and she is truly kind. I’m grateful for her definition of bisexuality, especially because it knocks down a lot of the “bi vs. pan” debating (usually instigated and carried out by people who are neither bi nor pan).
That said, this particular quote really stuck in my craw.
Perhaps today’s topic isn’t strictly writing-related, but one day, someone may write a story set during this time. As with any significant event in history, the narrative should at least deal with the realities of the situation (aside from alt-history, of course).
One thing that’s been on my mind a lot is how we are to care for one another while we can’t see each other in person.
Recently, a couple of friends have had babies. I’ve enjoyed seeing the pictures on social media, but it will be a long time before we can meet...