Tagged with identity

Hi.

Hi.

I posted frequently. Each time I did, it was me standing on the edge of a canyon cliff, throwing out my voice to hear what came back. And so often, too often, most of the time, there was only my own voice to hear. Where did you go? Continue reading

Kicked out of the club and kicked to the curb: A loss of identity.

Kicked out of the club and kicked to the curb: A loss of identity.

Journalism and I became roommates, then roommates that didn’t care for each other very much, and finally people who barely shared the same space and time. It was clear one of us was going to have to move out. I just figured I’d be the one finding a new place to live, packing my bags and heading to the door with a wave and a “see ya.” I didn’t count on coming home one day to find my things packed up and sitting on the curb. Continue reading