I don’t see myself as a perfectionist, because I don’t do things perfectly. (See: the irony of perfectionism) However, I would be lying if I didn’t say that the pursuit of becoming perfect occupied a lot of my emotional time. The pursuit gave me the...
Names often hold the hope, the promises, and the memories of the people who raised us. A sort of silent wish cast into the future, not unlike a coin that is tossed into a bubbling fountain. Sometimes we know of these wishes – a command that invokes respect and...
