On Kicking the Blankets at Night, and Learning to Forgive Myself
Sometimes—or, if I’m being honest, quite often—I physically cringe when fragments of my immature past come to mind. When the words and actions of a younger, clumsier me make an unannounced visit, I often find myself muttering, “Ugh, I was insane.” When this happens on a quiet subway, the embarrassed glances from those around me … 더 읽기