Author Archives: JGB

Lunchtime lament: Charleston

I’m so sad. I’m so angry. I’m so unsure what to do, what tangible thing I can do to stop my fellow Americans from destroying each other through fear and hate. I can’t rip the guns out of people’s hands. I can’t pull the plug on the hatred spewed on TV, radio, and the internet.ContinueContinue reading “Lunchtime lament: Charleston”

Deep down, sometimes we’re still just scared 5-year-olds

I am almost 40 years old. I am a strong, independent, generally happy human, who has figured out how to live solo while constantly reminding myself to ask for help, because, after all, asking makes me stronger, which I never quite understood, but whatever, I digress. I rock. I kill spiders on my own, changeContinueContinue reading “Deep down, sometimes we’re still just scared 5-year-olds”

There’s no place like what used to be home

Today is May 1, 2015. Almost exactly two years ago, my life took a turn that would place me here, on a sunny Arkansas day, a tourist in the place I used to call home.  Those were emotional days. As were the days, almost 6 months later, when I packed up my life, my dog,ContinueContinue reading “There’s no place like what used to be home”

A moral quandary in the age of social media

I wake up. I stumble into my clothes, snarf some breakfast, and hop on the bus. I open up facebook, and have to take a breath and gird my social media loins (that sounds really dirty, but I’m keeping it!). It’s Valentine’s Day, and I have to prepare myself. My feed is going to beContinueContinue reading “A moral quandary in the age of social media”