28. Making Sense is a Senseless World

I know…. I know. It’s been too long. I started a half a dozen updates since I began school but simply couldn’t bring myself to post them. Entering a doctoral program near the age of 40 has been one of the most vulnerable, humbling things I have ever done. The liminal space I had beenContinue reading “28. Making Sense is a Senseless World”