I was raised in the Southern Baptist church from about the age of five until my early teenage years. My parents didn’t attend church, ostensibly because my mother was raised Baptist and my father was raised Methodist (his father was a preacher), and each refused to attend the other’s church. Who would have thought this [...]
Sometimes I wonder if my existence has made a difference to anyone else. Although I know intellectually that my life has made some impact on the lives of my friends, at least on a small scale, I wonder just how memorable I am. I wonder if my being here matters to anyone.
Since I don’t have children, [...]
Most of the time, I feel very small and insignificant – a feeling left over from when I was a small child and so shy that I would tiptoe across the linoleum floor in kindergarten, so my Mary Janes wouldn’t make any noise as I walked. I wanted to be invisible, even back then.
When I [...]
Sometimes I reflect on my day-to-day emotional state. I’m usually very steady in my emotional level — I don’t get giddily happy very often, nor do I routinely feel sad or depressed. Mostly, I’m just “there” — blah, bland, somewhere in the middle. I think psychologists would call it a “flat affect”. According to this [...]
