Here is enough. More than enough. A cup that overflows.

It had been out of reach for so long. But once it was in reach my hands stayed put. Because in the end, accessibility hadn’t changed my values.

Negative emotions: not desired, but not unhelpful. A worry was shared. A worry was commiserated. The commiseration was interpreted as judgment. Offense was taken. Silence. What was said is not what was heard. Feeling less than. Feeling distant. Feeling outside.

30 years ago, she bought a building on what would turn into Main Street but was, for now, just a street in a sleepy town. The building cost $90,000. She was waitressing and planned to use the space to create and sell art. She got seller financing for the first three years on the condition…

There was a time where instead of ominous drones in New Jersey’s skies there were leisurely blimps. It was the 1930s and blimps were viewed as the future of transportation. Thank goodness that didn’t happen. The investors funding the construction of the Empire State Building decided to instruct their engineers to add a BLIMP MAST…