More apocalypse, less angst
I was reminded again yesterday that I am not very good at saying “No”. To anyone. For any reason. And even if my rationale is sound, when I do say no, I find myself wracked with an anxious guilt that takes days to wear… Continue Reading “The anxiety of saying no.”
My intention this morning was to come in and write about creeping forms of “white flight” in institutional and community settings (and perpetuated by “progressives”) – but instead of getting right down to it I got caught up in some financial messiness that needed… Continue Reading “Money makes me antsy.”
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