Some friendships don’t need warming up. One look at each other and you’re immediately back to being complete goofballs. Nothing says mature adulthood quite like two women in their fifties making silly TikToks and questionable travel decisions.
Expatriate or Immigrant
Two people can cross borders for the same reason, but walk into completely different identities. One is called an expatriate; the other, an immigrant. It’s the same action, but a different story is assigned. I’ve been thinking about what these words are quietly doing; how they position us before we’ve even spoken, and what happens when you have to start over, proving what you already know.
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My Inner Critic. The Lion Within
One of my close friends asked me a question a few weeks ago. We were chatting on the phone, talking about her trip to the zoo with her kids. She mentioned how she'll never go near or take her kids to the part of the zoo that has lions. Long story short, she asked me... Continue Reading →
Aleye Boyle 