When I launched this site three years ago today, the intended audience was only one person. Everything was written for her — in the hopes that she would find it and come back into my life. My hopes were rewarded. Sort of.
She came back into my life — in and out, back and forth — for most of the past three years. She was an avid reader of the site almost from the beginning. Then she became a regular commenter, first using a pseudonym and then using her real name (and a goofy picture with a wig).
She’s no longer a reader here and no longer part of my life. The details don’t really matter that much at this point. The psychology of what happened is actually very interesting, but it’s not in her best interest that the full story be told, so I won’t.
The only reason I tell you this story is to say that I started writing here with a surface-level purpose — which was quite real and honest — but always with a deeper and more important underlying purpose. Now that underlying purpose is completely gone, and I’m not sure anymore what my goals here are.
I haven’t been writing very much for months now. For nearly two years of the site’s existence, I wrote at least one article almost every day. For a long stretch of time, I also had a second article each day — written by the “staff monkeys” — with links of the day. I went through a lot of changes as a result of this experience, and it’s affected what I’m willing to write.

Dark times on Earth trigger my emotions about Artemis launch
Life-threatening accident for child puts my tiny problems into context
They’re just images of past love, but I can’t make them go away
If we keep waiting for perfection, we’ll always keep traveling alone
AUDIO: If we’ve experienced hurt, why do we keep trusting in love?
Hidden chains need to be broken, so I’ve become a reluctant rebel
Turn off the Outrage Machine; focus on things you can control
To escape hate, turn off media and deal with others in love, kindness