Down by the East River, Blown by the Wind I am often asked why I chose to call myself bad widow. It’s astonishing to me how often people vehemently object to it. And even tell me that bad widow will have consequences, even lead to misunderstandings which could...
Own your brave. Human beings are resilient. Like the plant in this woman’s cupped hands, we reach for light. Like the plane taking off against the wind, we grow stronger with friction. We have no choice about how we are tossed about by circumstances beyond our...
